Personal Narrative: The Day I Had To Get Over The Death Of My Dog

When my families first Portuguese Water Dog, superb Sonoma, passed away, it was one of the most downcast days in my life. Sonoma was hard to replace, she was joyful, trustworthy, obedient, and just about the most wonderful dog you could ever meet. Sonoma lived a peaceful but much too short, ten year old life. Right up until the end of her life she was one of the most healthiest dogs around, so when a tumor burst in her pancreas it took our family by utter surprise. By the time we got to the Animal hospital, which had the unmistakable scent of sterile hallways and stale air, it was unfortunately too late to save our precious Sonoma. Which left our whole family with what felt like massive stone rocks in the pits our stomachs. While our family was melancholy about Sonoma's death it was also bittersweet. It was bitter of course, because you never realize what you have until it's gone. The sweet part of Sonoma's passing was that this end of something, was also the beginning to a new puppy, a new puppies life, and a new friend.

The loss of a pet is a very challenging time. My family and I had a chocolate lab named Hershey. I was not very old when he died. It was hard to lose him even though I did not know him very long. Waiting a year and a half was hard, but when we got a new dog it was very exciting. Having a pet has positive and negative effects on your life.

This is not a dying dog story, rather a dying cat story. When I was about 15 my little sister adopted a little kitten named “faithful”. At the beginning, I actually kind of liked the little thing. I remember holding it and thinking how cute it was. I hoped it would stay that way forever. Unfortunately, it did not. I learned at a very early age that kittens grow up into evil cats. God bless you if you are a cat lover, but I just do not have that spiritual gift. I digress; when the cat grew up I was outside playing catch with my dog, but this particular time I was using a tennis ball and bat. I would throw it on the ground and then wait for it to bounce and then hit it with a bat. I was doing this for a solid 5 to 10 minutes when my sister’s

my cat passing away was one of the worst experiences of my life. He was my best friend and i loved him. He would greet me every single day I came home and I became a carrot when i found out he was sick and dying. I became very depressed and all I wanted to do was cry. It made me heartbroken because no one wants to lose their best friend. In the end I knew that doing this would put him out of his pain and misery.

When I was 8( this would be 2014)My pawpaw died.I don't know exactly why but it was really sad.I would hardly come out of my room. The only times I would come out of my room is when i ate or to take a shower.I got over it later and I was fun again.It was still really sad even after his death, but it happened for I good reason I guess.

Gary, one of the best dogs I have ever had died this summer. He was the dog I grew up with since I was 7. His name is Gary, and he is a male Pug. Our family went to the mountains, to a breeder to see if we could find a dog we liked. They sat us down and brought us all the male Pugs. We narrowed them down to about 2 or 3. And there was something about Gary so he was the chosen one. And that was just the beginning of the ride of our lives.

I can bet that all of us here have wrestled with death once or twice in our lives. We all know how hard it is to cope with the loss of something that we love. After, people say that they completely understand death and what it means. There are many times in my own life where I think that I have understood death. I was wrong. Sure, I have lost fish and grandparents, but the one that hurt me the most and made me truly understand is when I lost my dog.

In todays world everyone needs somebody they can count on. Especially mentally, physically, and emotionally. Surprisingly he didn’t need a person, it was a thing. Which was a dog. Peety and him both felt alone, and had health issuses as well. When some people are depress they tend to eat a lot. For the first time he felt unconditional love in Peety. Peety rescued him, because he began to lose weight, and get off medication. I see why a dog is a man’s bestfriend.

As we mature, we learn to appreciate certain people in our lives, for instance: our grandparents. We live with the fear that we can lose them in the blink of an eye, as every passing day brings them closer to their death beds (hyperbole), but we're too busy living our lives, making time for work, school, and friends (Euphemism). We assure ourselves that we have forever to spend with them, but that is where we are mistaken. Unfortunately, this year in January, I experienced the cruel reality of death, myself. I have realized, truly how much death can change your perspective on many aspects of life. When I faced with this death, I began to appreciate family more, began to express my love for them more out of the fear that any goodbye could be the last.

The thing I chose to talk about is about when I lost my wiener dog. It was a school day which was not to fun nor to lame, but like always the bus would take me home. One day I came home from school and when I almost got to my house. My little cousin tells me that my wiener dog died ,but I didn’t believe her because I thought she was just playing around so I didn’t say nothing. When I go inside I see my mom talking on the phone with somebody and then I ask here if our wiener dog had truly died or not. When she hangs up she just said yes and started crying.

Everyone at one point in their life experiences some sort of loss. Once you bring a pet into your home, they become part of the family. The unconditional love that you receive from them is the best thing ever. Like a child, you raise them, train them, and no matter what, they will always be a loyal, loving part of your family. So, the death of a pet, for some, can be a traumatic experience. You have so many feelings of loss and emptiness that is unexplainable unless you have gone through it

Finding the dog you want at the Humane Society may take patience, especially if you want a smaller breed, or if you want a breed that's fairly rare. Here in Portland Oregon and in many other large cities around the country the Humane Society always has Labrador retrievers, pit bulls, chow chows, Rottweilers, Australian shepherds, Border collies, and various mixes of these breeds. You sometimes find a golden retriever, and very occasionally an expensive purebred, such as an English bulldog or West Highland terrier. During a recent trip to the local animal shelter I saw a Boston terrier mix that looked just like Henry J, the mutt I grew up with -- I would have taken him home, but someone beat me to him. Labs and Lab crosses are one of the most

I never knew much about death. I didn’t understand what happened to someone. It was like they just disappeared into thin air, never to be heard from again. Almost like a character in one of my mystery novels. Only this time, there was no group of brothers or a crime-solving girl to look for clues and solve the case. It was probably because no one close to me has died when I was old enough to remember it. To this day, I’ve still never lost anyone very close to me.

Whether it was a close friend, family, or even a pet, everybody has lost something they loved. I lost my first dog when I was 11 years old. I hated every moment of my life and never wanted to do anything. I never thought I could lose something I loved at such a young age. Losing my dog changed me personally, and how I saw things around me.

I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly