Socks Narrative Essay

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Once upon a time, I had a cat named Socks. We named her Socks because she was all black with white feet. Typical name I know. My family and I got Socks in 2008 from my uncle's trailer that he was living in at the time. There was tons of kittens, but we liked Socks the best. Once we brought Socks home, she was a little nervous. As the days went on she started to love us as much as we loved her. Throughout her young years Socks loved to play, and run really fast. She loved to chase stings and even catch the mice that snuck into the house. Another thing Socks loved to do was run outside before you could shut the door. The first time it scared me because I thought she would never come back in, but once I saw her plop on the semint to soak up …show more content…

She would bite at our feet, and chase us to where we needed to get up on something so she couldn’t get us. Socks also had the problem of knocking cups off the table and drinking out of them. It would make my mom furious, but she eventually got over it. As we watched Socks throughout the house, we would see her go to a corners for some reason. After a while we picked up a scent that definitely should not have been there. Socks was a fixed cat, so we knew she could not have been in heat. We thought she was just acting up. My mom was so mad. I could tell she wanted to just kick Socks out of the house. Knowing my dad that would never happen. Eventually they took Socks to the vet. The vet explained to us that Socks had diabetes. We then figured that socks was in pain and we didn't know whether to put her to sleep, or keep trying to help her live her life. When my parents got home that day they had Socks, they also had a bag of shots. Socks had to have a shot every single day. Luckily my mom was a nurse and could handle that type of thing. Socks then lived for a few more years. When she started to get bad again and urinate throughout the house that's when we knew it was time to let Socks go. It was such a sad day. We loved on socks all day, gave her treats, and just spent time with her. That day brought back so many memories that I never will forget. Socks was apart of the

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