Personal Narrative: Chief

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I, because of the death of my favorite dog that I lived with for 9 years, changed from being shy to being very outgoing. His name was Chief and in the many years I had with him he changed me forever. However, what is possibly the most important change in my life would not have been possible without his death. The days leading up to getting Chief were my first memories. I was so excited to get my first dog that I sat in the car on the way to pick him up thinking of dozens of names. I’d yell, “Rex. No, no, no, how about Duke?” No matter what name I thought of it wouldn’t sit right with me. Nothing seemed fitting for a dog I’d waited to get for months. However, as soon as I saw him I knew what to name him. When I arrived at the dog’s house I realized he was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. He was a small yellow labrador pup …show more content…

I only had a few friends at school, but Chief stood above everyone as the best of my friends. While I was at school everyday, I would daydream about being home with Chief and all the fun we would have. There were hardly any people at the school that I would talk to. It was a prison to me, but my sanctuary was waiting on me at home. Everyday when I arrived home from school, Chief awaited me with a wagging tail and a smile on his face. I would smile back, and if I had a tail it would have been wagging along with his. We would play for hours with anything we could find. It could’ve been an old ball or a pair of shoes; it didn’t matter to Chief. Once it turned dark and it was time for me to go to bed, my mother would yell, “Come in and go to sleep. You have school tomorrow.” Just the thought of school changed my mood entirely. I would go from a overjoyed mood, to one of sorrow. I’d give Chief a big hug and go to my bed. I would lay there praying that the two of us would be able to spend our whole lives together. As I drifted away, I would think of what Chief and I were to do the next

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