Remembering Grizzly: A Memoir of Loss

Grizzly

I had been sitting on my chair by the white table, with all my homework on it. When my sister ,Cassidy, came into the room, “ what are you doing?” she asked.

“ My memoir for class,” I answered.

“Oh I remember when I had to do that, I did it on Grizzly and all the memories we had,” she said.

“Really well I am doing it on the death of Grizzly” I said.
A second later it occurred to me and I said “wait Cassidy, do you think that I could see your memoir, so I could see if I missed anything?”

She nodded her head, went to grab it. While grabbing it, she started telling how she found him dead, and I could see that she was on the verge of tears.

It was a typical day, my sister and I just came back from school, when she decided to go feed the dogs. She started

My uncle Jp came over that day and helped my dad dig the grave and place Grizzly into the grave. It was a sad day for everyone, we all miss him and wish the him the best.

Maze ,my other dog, kept on sitting by the door, the door were Grizzly would usually come out through and play with him. I think Maze did that because Grizzly and him were like best friends and they would always be play together. It took Maze a couple of months to realize that Grizzly was no longer with us. I remember him and Grizzly would just lay there together and they would get along really well. I also remember when Grizzly had one of his last surgeries Maze kept him company inside this playpen my parents had built him. Maze was just a puppy when this happened and he was so eager to play with Grizzly that he got his head stuck in one of the holes in the playpen. I remember this being really funny because my dad had to get butter to get his head out, I kept on laughing and even to this day I have a smile on my face when I think about