Personal Narrative: Sonny

My dog, Rudy, has always been with me up until not very long ago. And I had to be part of a really hard decision for him. This decision may compromise everything I ever wanted for us together.

I was born February 17, 2016 at Joe DiMaggio’s children’s hospital. At least a part of me was. There in that emergency room, dehydrated and gaunt, my journey began. At the very beginning I found myself very ignorant of what was to come as I was confronted with the term “type 1 diabetes.” “Diabetes?” I thought. “How could someone like me who runs 8-10 miles a week with less than 12% body fat have a condition so synonymous with obesity and inactivity?” Questions reeled through my head as I walked blindly along my new path. Fast-forwarding to today, although my journey is just beginning I can say that this experience has helped me develop character traits such as adaptability, mental resilience, and open mindedness that have made me a better individual.

Suddenly, it was as if my memory went on replay. Memories of dressing up my dog and pushing him around in my strollers meant for dolls. The way he would never complain even if I handled him roughly. His deep, dark brown eyes framed by his rounded face covered in curly, white fur. I remembered playing with him in the grass a couple days after we had moved to Texas, relishing in the warmth of the sun, so unfamiliar for that season to someone who has lived in the North.

The spring was busy. We took a family vacation to Florida, and both of Kevin’s sisters were married. I went to a part-time status at the church because our lives were becoming increasingly busy, and my pastors agreed it was the best situation for all. Miranda and Micah were both in the weddings. Due to the diet and continued weight loss, Miranda was able to wear regular little girl dresses in the weddings. I was pleased.

Kelsey is the most creative person I know. My older sister Kelsey is one of the most important people in my life and I’ve always looked up to her. I was actually surprised when Kelsey said I could interview her, she usually tells me to go ask mom whenever I’m asking her something. After interviewing my sister, I learned a lot about her. Before interviewing her I didn’t know how hard it was for her to get through school, I had no idea it was such a big commitment for her to make. I already knew she loved what she does for a living, just didn’t know how much it meant to her.

I immediately threw my phone aside and started trembling. I sprang off the couch and ran to put on my shoes, but didn’t succeed, as I was only able to slide my feet half way into my tennis shoes. I sprinted out the door into the crisp fall air, and down the driveway. My father was with my beloved cat, Emmy, who was lying in the dry grass and leaves that smelled of fresh fall air. In disbelief, I could see that her skin was partially torn off her hind leg;

I felt shaky, and excited at the same time, because I was going to have a chance of having a dog. As I felt my nerves starting to tremble, me, my sister, my mom, my dad, and brother hopped into the car. We were rushing to get to Santa Monica to go meet some dogs at Much Love Animal Rescue. As we were on the road, I was thinking of the dogs my mom had shown me on the website. “Flower, a pitbull mix, Lance, a beagle whippet, and Thor, a papillon and shi tzu mix.” I nodded my head.

From the day Dylan was born, I couldn’t stop looking at him. I couldn’t believe he was mine. He was so small it made me want to kiss him all the time in his big cheeks, little feet, and hands. On November 30, 2014, he gives me a big smile, and I saw his dimples for the first time. I immediately fell more in love with him. Dylan has some big brown eyes every time we go to the store or other places a lot of people say the same thing about him.

Thud! A shrill, piercing cry came from my mother's bedroom. I raced in to a cloud of dust but to my astonishment when the dust cleared all that was left was my mother's tattered bedspread and a giant paw print on the aged dirt floor.

Today I picked up my puppy. It was the one of the females, the puppy who looked exactly like Jerry. I named her Jackie. She has long gangly legs, and trips over them constantly. She has a beautiful character. Her brown eyes make me catch my breath everytime I look at her, she is the spitting image of Jerry. She was my baby girl, maybe she can help start shrinking the hole in my heart that formed when I lost Jerry.

4 out the 5 puppies got up and started to greet me, But their was one like a sleeping dragon to lazy to stand up. He was chubby from all the milk he got and adorable. My mom was so happy to see me be happy. The sun was shining I just got out of schooling, as my house came

Zach and I had smiles all the way across our faces when my parents told us we were going to Canada. My dogs weren't very happy when they had to go to my grandparents house.

After that, the lady led me to the room with the dogs. There were so many dogs, I wish I could adopt them all. There was one dog that I saw and I couldn’t resist adopting. Her name was Kokko and she was a newborn, she was brown and white and was also a chinnahua. She was hidden behind her kennel. I couldn’t resist because she was really sad and was really depressed in the kennel. I think that all the dogs in kennels are sad but this one was lonely cold and sad.

So far the stories for this class have surprisingly been pretty good. I was never a big reader, so when I was required to read something for school, I normally dreaded it. After reading the first story, “Story of an hour” I was pretty confused, but after reading it again, I soon understood it. I liked this one because of all the details that was included in the story. It was definitely an emotional story that kept surprising me. First we hear about the death of her husband and her reaction was to be upset, but then she begins to be optimistic about everything. I found this quite weird which lead me to question her and her husband’s relationship. Soon after, we find that her husband was never really dead and with this news Louise died from

I held her frail body in my hands, cuddling her to my chest. It only took one look into her glistening eyes and I instantly fell in love. She was the most beautiful puppy I had ever laid eyes on, with glossy dark brown fur with beige streaks, and those big brown puppy eyes that could draw you in and drown you. I decided to name her Bella, after my favorite Italian cuisine restaurant downtown. I carried her into the car, to bring her to her knew home. My mother was the first one to get out of the car, then my two younger brothers, then Bella and me. She shivered as the brisk breeze brushed past her coat. My stepfather was waiting for us by the front door, and as I came to the steps, he gave an spurious smile. Out of all 5 family members, he was the only one who wasn’t too fond of the idea of getting a dog.