Personal Narrative: A Dog Changed My Life

When I was nine, I really liked dogs my interest grew and I started taking other dogs out for walks. No matter how big they were they listened because they were happy to always go with me. After months of playing with dogs I started losing the attention of mine. She was 14 with eyes as brown as milk chocolate and fur as white as snow, since she was older she never came out or wanted to run. Leaving her behind was probably the worst decision of my life. As I was nine and she was fourteen so I had never experienced her much.

She was getting older, sick and tired. We were hardly ever greeted at the door or really noticed, all she did was sleep I payed as much attention as I could to her unlike my family who most of the time ignored me. I took

The only difference was the pain never stopped, as she was being taken to the car everyone weaped and gave her rubs, she was sick yet still happy all I could think of how I could live without her or what would happen to her. Thereafter she was dead and I was broken with a missing piece of me. I continued crying for hours and started randomly crying for the next few weeks, the pain in my heart only grew nobody could comfort me. I was not satisfied I just wanted my dog back. Months had passed but feelings had

I could not believe it everything in my head was gone all I could think was how much I loved him. I picked him up as he wagged his tail, I was as happy as a poor man getting a bag of gold. Tears of excitement flooded my eyes as I was so happy I spent hours that day just running around the house with him, he didn’t know who we were he just knew that we were good to him. All I knew that we were going to be good friends for years, I had the most fun in my life on that day. I checked his green collar that he was looking very cute in and his name was Charlie I liked this name,

“we are going to be the best of friends” I said to him

“we all are” said mum. That night he was having bad dreams as I picked him up and set him down on my bed, I thought as if this was a fantasy I couldn’t believe I had my own dog that I could come home to every day and just play with for hours. Everyone loved him, he was a form of happiness as no matter how sad someone was they were happy when he was around. The month after getting he ate a bee this was serious if it stung him he would have died, I was worried if I was going to lose him just after getting him we drove to the vet to see the results.

“I’m sorry we have lost him” said the doctor my heart was ripped out and