My Dog Sammy It was like any other summer day for my ten-year-old self. With my pajamas on at three in the afternoon, watching DBZ re-runs on the couch with scissors by my side so I could cut off the tops of the Fla-Vor-Ice popsicles that I was munching on. The sun was beaming through the two window panes facing my TV, causing unbearable glare. Multitasking between listening to the DBZ episode, I ran into my kitchen, grabbed a roll of duct tape, a stool, and some blankets. I jumped on top of the stool, pinned the blanket to the top of the window sill, and started taping the blankets to the wall to prevent the glare. Finally, I could watch my show in peace, with no interruptions, no glare. …show more content…
Around 10 seconds later I heard the door open, and a gasp. I paid no attention to it and continued on with more important things, like finishing the show I’ve been binge watching for the past 5 hours. Then I began to hear a faint cry, and the door going into the garage slam shut. This time, I couldn’t resist going to check where the soft weeping sound was coming from. I got off my couch and walked into the mudroom to see my mom sitting on the bench with a metal shovel in her left hand and a small object wrapped in a blanket on the other. Confused, I asked what's wrong. There was no reply. I walked over to her and at that moment finally realized what was wrapped in that pink fuzzy blanket. Still hoping that it wasn’t true I unwrapped it. Lying there in my mom’s hands, breathless, was my dog, Sammy. As soon as I saw her, I was in disbelief. The first feeling wasn’t sadness or empathy, but anger. I had to restrain myself with all my power from putting my first straight through the wall. I noticed that I wasn’t even crying; instead, I started to choke up, like my esophagus was closing in on itself. I could barely breathe, and then it finally hit me, I broke down in tears. Without any knowledge of how it happened, I immediately started to blame myself for the death of my dog. I thought to myself if I could have just got off the couch and instead brought her on a …show more content…
I ran into my room in a frenzy, knocking down anything that came across my path. I felt like the walls were closing in on me and I just wanted to curl up into a ball and die. I kept thinking it was a cruel dream and that if I pinch myself hard enough I would wake up in a heavy sweat, but that was not the case. The thing that affected me the most about it was that it was so unexpected. When you put your dog down because of old age or sickness, you at least know in advance that it is going to happen, and you can prepare for it. However, when I found out about Sammy, it hit me like a Mac Truck because of how abruptly it happened. After a short while, I worked up the courage to go downstairs and accept the reality that came before me. I called both my sisters to tell them the terrible news. The phone call between us could have been mistaken for a foreign language due to all of the crying that we shared. They told me they were coming home as soon as possible with my dad, and would buy a small gravestone for her. I began to call my mom’s name to tell her, but there was no response. I frantically tried to find her, and I decided to check the backyard. As I glanced through the window I saw my mom tirelessly burying a hole. I opened the door, letting my other dog Beau out in the process. I rushed over to my mom and tried to make her stop digging, knowing that as soon as she was placed in that endless hole of dirt, that she was gone forever.
What makes us who we are? To answer that question we must establish what we are. We are the most advanced generation of human being the world has ever seen. We as a people come up with new innovations and inventions every day that make life easier. It’s fairly easy to get caught up in what we are as a society and just think that who we are as well but, this isn 't the case. Who we are is also known as our personal identity and there are many aspects of this identity, so many in fact that focusing on only a few comprehensive aspects and going into depth on these aspects will provide a coherent view of what goes into making us who we are.
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
One morning I woke up to go see my cat and then I see my mom sitting down right by where my cat had died. And she said to me “michael died”. I Got really sad because my cat was the first cat I have ever had at my mom's house. And after school sometimes when I got home to see that my cat was there to greet me at the door or sleeping by the window her favorite place to sleep when it's sunny and to go to her I stroke her fur, or sometimes pick her up and put her on my lap to pet her. Then I started to cry and I new that I would never see my cat again because she was gone forever. But then my sister came down and she said “where the cat?” We told her what happened and then she started to cry. So then the rest of that day I was very, very sad that
"Honey," my mom yelled to me one sunny afternoon, "Go out and feed Sugar." Sugar was our dog, a big, husky lap dog. I went to our kitchen, and got some food. Then I stepped outside, into the warm, fresh August air, looking for Sugar. I glanced to where I kept Sugar, and couldn't believe my eyes. Sugar was not there. I ran to the place where Sugar slept, I saw that the leash was elegantly coiled up. I knew that Sugar could not have run away. I thought that she must have chased a deer or another animal. Then a disturbing thought hit me, Sugar might have been abducted. As I tried to push that thought out of my mind, I thought that my mom could have put Sugar out in the garage. I went to the garage to check, but unfortunately Sugar wasn?t there. ?Mom,? I cried after a couple of seconds, ?Do you know where Sugar is??
As soon as I snapped out of my unreal reality the doctor told me words that could only mean one thing he wasn’t going to make it, I cried as the doctor was still talking. I told him if I could see him and when I got in all I could see is the pain in his eyes as he walk very slowly up to me as if he could feel my pain as well. I hugged him as tight as I could I didn’t want to let go then suddening I got a call, I wasn’t thinking of picking it up but they told me it was from a doctor, so when I picked up the phone the doctor on the phone told me this “ Hello I am dr.Halls and I heard about your dog's problem and was wondering if i could take a look at him and help you maybe fix his problem” my words speechless and could barely breath I could a hard filled breath and said
As a kid, I fell in love with the idea of getting a puppy for Christmas. Wrapped in a small box with a bow on top sitting under the tree just like the movies and tv shows I had seen. I can remember making a Christmas list of all the things I wanted that year, and every year the same thing that I wanted had said “puppy” with it underlined so that my mother knew which was my favorite on the list. Every year no surprise, I didn’t find a dog. I never understood why I never received one. When the kids at school talked about the few dogs they had at home made me so jealous, but I hoped that one day it would be me to have my own best friend at home.
It was September 18 when my dog started to act up strange more than usual.So when I got home from school I noticed my dog was not eating very properly.When I saw him like that, I called my mom and told her that charlie isn’t eating his food and that he was laying down the floor and was not breathing properly.So then when my mom got home she told me worriedly “what happened what is going on,’’so I told her everything that was going on with him.So my mom tells me calmly ‘’don’t worry everything will be ok,and that it is probably just a faze that Charlie is going through.’’So I tell her ‘’alright then if you say so.’’
Introduction/Present Maverick turns two years old on January 26th. As I get ready for his birthday, I start to remember all of the memories I have had with my dog for the past two years. The memories that I share with Maverick will always share a special place in my heart because he was my first dog. I will never forget the first day with Maverick and how crazy that day was for me, Nick, and his family. Exposition/Past
It was a Monday night; I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just completed my review of Office Administration in preparation for my final exams. As part of my leisure time, I decided to watch my favorite reality television show, “I love New York,” when the telephone rang. I immediately felt my stomach dropped. The feeling was similar to watching a horror movie reaching its climax. The intensity was swirling in my stomach as if it were the home for the butterflies. My hands began to sweat and I got very nervous. I could not figure out for the life of me why these feelings came around. I lay there on the couch, confused and still, while the rings continued. My dearest mother decided to answer this eerie phone call. As she picked up, I sat straight up. I muted the television in hopes of hearing what the conversation. At approximately three minutes later, the telephone fell from my mother’s hands with her faced drowned in the waves of water coming from her eyes. She cried “Why?” My Grandmother had just died.
My dog Cassidy jumped onto the bed, bringing me back to my reality. The massive dog landing right on my stomach,"God damn it dog!," I threw her off tensing up every muscle in my body as she whimpered. Poor thing doesn't even know what she's done wrong I think petting her golden fur. My mother knocked on the door as I pulled down my sleeves, "Lacey you need to take that poor dog on a walk.
My stomach weakens with a thought that something is wrong, what would be the answer I could have never been ready for. I call my best friend late one night, for some reason she is the only person’s voice I wanted to hear, the only person who I wanted to tell me that everything will be okay. She answer’s the phone and tells me she loves me, as I hear the tears leak through, I ask her what is wrong. The flood gates open with only the horrid words “I can’t do this anymore”. My heart races as I tell her that I am on my way, what I was about to see will never leave my thoughts.
I have a love for cats. Ever since I was a teenager I always wished for a cat of my own. When I moved in a three story apartment in California, the Manager of the complex said that cats were allowed in the units. I mentioned to my Aunt at the time that I was searching in the newspapers under advertisements for cats wanted. One cool breezy evening, my Aunt called me and said that a friend of her's named Judy had a cat named Katie who did not get along with her other two cats. So I agreed to meet with Judy to see if I'd love to adopt Katie.
Ever since I can remember I’ve wanted a dog. Never did I think that dogs would end up being by biggest fear. I was just a little kid around 6 years old when it happened. I was walking home from my friend’s house when I saw a stray dog, it was in the middle of the street blocking my way, I decided to walk past it, while I was walking it started growling at me, I hesitated but still kept trying to walk then suddenly it got up and started barking empathically towards me. I was terrified, my first initial reaction being a 6 year old kid was to scare it away, I was ignorant. I picked up a rock and threw it at the dog thinking it’ll get scared and run away. I was wrong. The dog had enough it made a whimpering noise then started barking even louder
At this point I was no longer numb, but vulnerable. I needed somebody to just drown me with love, and what better place to visit than the home of my siblings. Something inside of me believed so desperately my mother had changed; that she would welcome me with opened arms, and I would be reunited with some of my siblings. So I returned to my old place of torment full of hope. Nothing could have prepared me for her response. As I rang the doorbell I was neither welcomed or loved. I watch her peep out the door and close it in my face after she realized it was