Personal Narrative Essay: The Death Of Bob Marley

I had a special dog-named Marley; he was only 10 years old when he died. When Marley was a puppy I thought he was the cutest thing I have ever seen. I asked my mom if we could get the Border collie and she said no but I begged her and she said yes. When she said that we could get the dog she asked me what I wanted to name him, and I said I wanted to name him Marley. When we took him home I thought taking care of an animal would be easy but really when we went home and we went inside, he was everywhere around the house. When I sleep in my bed, he would come in my room to snoop around. At night while everyone is sleeping, Marley would snoop around the house and he would start knocking down stuff like decorations, lamps, and pictures sitting on the desk. After we would wake up we would find like all sorts of toys and dog food and shoes and clothing everywhere.

When we would get back from the walks he would go upstairs and go in my mom’s room and he would sleep. After awhile he would come downstairs and beg me for a dog bone and I would normally give him one. When he would be done with his bone he would start looking around for stuffed animals to chew up and I would always hide all the stuffed animals down stairs in the basement in a tote. Normally when I would take him outside he would normally stay at the door or go snoop around the bottom fence line of the dog pen. After awhile I would let Marley back inside the house and he would lay down