Personal Narrative Essays: Cangro: My Best Friend

Cangro ( My Best Friend)

One day in my backyard, I met the one who would become my best friend and partner. he was my first pet a Labrador. I was very happy to find him, but I knew my parents would not let me keep him. I convinced them and they ended up loving him as much as I did we name him Cangro. He became my best, after school when got home I always went outside to play with him. he was free energetic and always happy. I always talk to him about my problems, because I felt that he could understand me. He used to escape out of the house, he was friendly with everyone in the neighbor everyone knew he was kind and where did he live. We live in the same house for more than three years and no one had a problem or reported a problem with him

When I came back my brothers and sisters came as fast as they can, telling me that cangro had an accident. Of course I did not believe them I thought they were playing around with me because I did not went to play with him anymore. When I saw their faces, they were serious and sad it seems that they wanted to cry. I felt scared and sad, I went to the back yard and there he was sitting down crying wanted to move but he could not do it. I try my best to calm him down, my dad explain to me that he was playing and saw a cat, he wanted to chase the cat, run as fast as he could and his feet got tied up with the rope causing him to fall down that's when he could not move anymore. I was very angry with my dad, told why did he not scare that cat, also because I was not there when the accident happen. I was sad because I could not anything to calm his pain down. I felt really sad, and desperate I called any veterinarian, but they were all

The operation was 4,000 dollars and the place was 4 hours from here. He say that Cangro was in constant pain, if we decide to take him there he will suffer more, put him in much pain. There was a second choice, that was putting him to sleep. Knowing those options was devastating to me, we did not have money and putting him to sleep was not one of my options neither putting him in pain. I was angry and sad, regretting that having too much time to spend with him I did not took advantage of, I was sad because i did not have money to send him for the operation sad because I was so careless at last. But most of all I was sad because the only choice was the option I was not planning for. I could not speak felt breathless like if everything did not matter no more only those regretions sadness and memories I have past with him……… I went where he was and say good bye my friend, I saw his face like if he knew what was going to happen and I thought he was saying “do not leave me”. The moment I leave, I realize that I could not leave him there, wanted to take him out but the veterinarian said it is best. My heart broke in leaving him there alone, but I could not stay. Days past by. and I realize that I have to value and appreciate every time I past with people I care