Waking up in the morning for school was super hard. I am definitely not a morning person. I layed in bed for 30 minutes with Daisy every morning before getting up. I took her down stairs every morning, put her outside, and fed her the dog food. If she was lucky she might of got some of my food. She was an old dog, so she did not move around very much. All day long she would sleep with my other dog Mathis until I got home from school. One day when I got home for school she did not get up. She just sat there with her eyes closed asleep. When I put the nasty smelling food in her loud bowl, she usually ran. This time she just stared at me with a sad face. I went to pet her and felt a nasty bump on her head. I just figured Mathis and her …show more content…
The lady asked what are we were here for and my dad replied, “We are here to put are dog Daisy down, and send her off to a better less painful world.” “ Oh I am sorry; we will take you to your room.” We got back to the room and gave her some last minute hugs and goodbyes. The veterinarian walked in and put her to sleep. It was the most painful things I have ever been put through. Daisy was the greatest dog anyone could ever have. She made me happy when I was sad, kept me fighting through tough moments, and more. Walking out of the office was close to impossible. Tears running down everyone’s face. A couple days later Mathis, our other dog, was very depressed. He had also lost his best friend. There was no more playing, wrestling, and cuddling. Because Mathis was so depressed, we decided to get a new dog. We searched for a new bull dog online, and my sister spotted one she liked. He had neat cow spot like fur with a rolled up tail that looked like a cinnamon roll. We all agreed that we had to get him. We set out on the 3 hour journey to Ohio that next morning. The place looked like an old vintage farm building. The smell was beautiful. it had that sense of smell you would inhale in a rose garden. I could spot the roaming dogs in the green grass at the back of the house. The lady approached us with a warm welcome. She showed us around the property, and there he was. The big fat bulldog we all loved. The name Mac came straight to my head as soon as I saw
And on our way home, she almost peed in the backseat of the car because she was so scared. However, when we finally got home, she was overjoyed that she finally had a good home where she would be loved forever. Not only by six humans, but by three other animals including, two cats and one other dog named bella, tiger, my two cats, and libby, the other dog. She had to go right into the backyard because we were worried about how she would act around the other animals. But when she smelled Libby’s breath on the toys she busted through the screen door and she licked all of the animals until they looked like they swam in a pool.
Lack of sleep puts teens at risk for mental and physical issues.Less amounts of sleep put teens at a higher risk for depression,obesity,and motor- vehicle accidents. Overall, short sleepers were 14% more likely to report symptoms of psychological distress on a standard test, effect was especially pronounced among young people who already suffered from anxiety; in this group, lack of sleep triggered more serious mental health problems like full-blown depression.Also lack of sleep can affect teens weight they can even become obese. Losing sleep tends to make people eat more and gain weight, and now a new study suggests that one reason may be the impact that sleep deprivation has on the brain.The research showed that depriving people of sleep for one night created pronounced changes in the way their brains responded to high-calorie junk foods. On days when the subjects had not had proper sleep, fattening foods like potato chips and sweets stimulated stronger responses in a part of the brain that helps govern the
Even though she is only a dog she teaches me many lessons. She has taught me how to be responsible by needing exercise, food, and water. Some people would see this as a burden, but her and I have made loads of memories on walks, runs, and bike rides. Once, on a nice sunny day, her and I went to my Grammy’s pond and raced around the tons of blueberry bushes, the wind blasting against our faces, making her cheek fur smoothed
As my boyfriend and I rushed to the vet on a cool seventy degree May night in two thousand twelve we knew the news that we were going to find out from the vet was not going to be good news. Our eyes were puffed as tears of sadness rolled down our faces. We knew this was going to be the day we had to say good bye to our fur baby Polly. She was the best dog ever and we were faced with a rough decision. Was Jimmy and I to put Polly down or were we to let her stay and go on her own.
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
Over the summer, one of my dogs died. The other dog almost died as well. He always answered when I called for him to play until he had gotten sick. His name was Oscar. He certainly qualified for the best dog ever. Although it hurt, it was for the best.
The day you bring your dog home, the clock starts. However, it was the day everyone wishes would never come. Ever since my other dog, Elsa, died Lexie was not her energetic silly self anymore and I knew she was ready to go.
He had stood in the dark, gloomy doorway — illuminated only by the small front porch light — mute and motionless for a few seconds; he had been preparing not just himself, but me too for what he was about to reveal. I guess that somewhere deep down I knew what it was the whole time. I mean, they were gone for many hours and only returned around one on a school morning; what else would that mean? He hesitantly approached. Even a few feet away, the medicinal scent of the emergency animal hospital radiated off of him. He peered down into my eyes; that’s when he finally said it. “I’m sorry, Hun, she’s gone.” He was talking about my Golden Retriever, Kylie, who meant more to me than anyone or anything in life. As he finished, tears started
After months and months of begging, my parents finally decided to get me and my sister a dog. They did some research first, and thought that schnoodles would be a perfect dog for our family because they are great with young children and have a very low amount of shedding. We decided to go to a breeder. We drove an hour away to the breeder's house and were able to play with all of the puppies. We chose the runt of the litter, Mimi. Two years later, we wanted to get a friend for Mimi. We contacted the breeder and she said that Mimi's parents had another litter. We chose the only girl of the litter, Roxy.
She was the only dog who was not barking or running around within her cage. By looking at her in the kennel, we could clearly see that she was excited, but tried not to show it. Her eyes were shining bright hazel, and she had the most innocent look I had ever known. She was prodominantly black, but a beautiful brown shone in spots on her ears, snout, and paws, and in some spots you could notice both colors as the brown shone through from the bottom, depending on the angle of light. Her eyes and fur looked as if someone had splashed light caramel on her fur, and it was
When I came home from the hospital, quiet as a mouse, waiting for me inside was a surprise that would be with me for 10 amazing years of my life. The surprise was a loud one at that, as I came in the first thing I heard was, "Bark! Bark! Bark!" Having a dog ever since I was born was a blessing, but when it came time to put her down 10 years later, I couldn't even bear the thought of losing her. But I know now it was definitely for the best. She was the best dog I could’ve asked for.
It took a couple days for me to notice, but she couldn't go up and down the stairs by herself, But most of all her character changed she went from a joyful playful dog Into a lazy one, She was dog-tired all thee time. She spent her days laying in her bed not playing with me.
Chad my Mom and I walk into are house and it was destroyed. Even my mickey mouse was chewed to bits, and in the middle of it all was our gold lab Krammer. Krammer was left outside during hurricane katrina, he was found wandering the streets. My Dad thought it would be a great idea to find a friend for our other dog summer, and he came home with the craziest dog ever. Krammer had extreme separation anxiety after being left during Katrina, so whenever we would leave he would chew out of his metal cage and chew stuff up and use the bathroom everywhere. But one day my dad decided to tie up his cage so he couldn't come out. He started freaking out after we left and he pooped and peed blood. When we got home they took him to the vet and they found out he had some illness and had to be put down that dreaded day.
My sweet, innocent puppy, Pip, started throwing up, I didn’t think much about it. I wasn’t a veterinarian and had no idea what was going on. When I left for school that Monday morning, I had no idea that was the last time I would see his smiling face, looking up at 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