Confused I stared out of my window at the trailer parked outside. Still not able to comprehend what had happened to my beloved dogs, Zeppo and Xena.
I was sitting in my backyard on a cold summer night listening to the crackling of the fire, as I was roasting marshmallows with my friends and family when my dog, Zeppo, nuzzled up to me. Giggling, I asked him " Would you like a marshmallow?" He was wagging his tail so I asked my mom if it was alright.
" I guess" She said " But only one."
Later I would realize that my friend's little sister, Isabelle, saw me do this and wanted to try too. I would also realize that the marshmallows weren't the only thing that hurt him.
The rest of the night was normal. Playing with my dogs, eating
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Something she rarely does. " What's wrong?" I asked. She gestured to the window and I rushed over. What I saw broke my heart. At first I didn't believe it, I couldn't. My precious dog was lying still on a tarp in the middle of our trailer.
Running outside I exclaimed "What happened?" My father answered " Zeppo passed away in the night, he had a heart attack." Disbelief turned to anger when I remembered that the night before Isabelle had taken the marshmallow bag from me. I thought she wanted to roast one more. I guess she saw how much Zeppo loved them and wanted to make him even more happy. He was an old dog though, and I can't blame it all on Isabelle. Then I was sad. "It's all her fault" I whispered to myself because I couldn't help it. Then I sat down on the trailer next to my sweet boy and stayed there until we left to bring him to the veterinarian's office. "Zeppo is gone and there is nothing I can do about it" I was thinking to myself.
You see, Zeppo and his sister were like siblings to me; we did everything together. I recall we even took naps together. When they died it felt as if a part of me wasn't there anymore. I loved them and I still do.
I think Xena figured it out because when we got home she was howling and whining. I don't blame her, she and Zeppo had been together since day
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Her tumor had gotten worse over the past couple of months without Zeppo and one day my parent's decided that she would be better off not having to live in pain. That was the day my world turned completely upside down. I cried. The loss of two very loved pets in the span of a few months? It was very saddening.
After that we had no dogs; we still had a cat. No more animals became a part of our family for about one and a half years. Our cat was still living, but we decided we wanted another dog. This dog was already around 3 years old and was needing a new home because one of its owners had died and the other was bedridden. He rarely got outside, but when he did he had a few minutes and then it was either back into the crate or laying on the bed. My parents met with the owner and the dog and liked them, so we took him in.
At first I was really scared of him; he looked really mean. I soon grew to like him though. He still thinks I'm a dog like him. Bucky is a sweet, playful loving and lovable, medium sized, brown, white, black and gray dog who is a blue healer mix. He will never replace Zeppo and Xena, but he is wonderful. I am so glad we have a dog, and guess what!? My mom told me we are getting another dog! Her name is Roxy. She is the cutest little thing. Laying there in a curled up ball with her big fat floppy ears and paws. I whispered "Awwwwww!!" When I first saw
dog since it was a pup. His dog is his only friend; old same like
I never spent much time with them, but that's because I didn’t know that some people could have an effect on someone's life, even if they were never really known to exist. A wonderful woman who was in my life never really spent much time with me. That's because I was always away from her. She was my godmother. She passed away because of stomach cancer that I never knew she had.
The day Mom got Sugar was somewhat frightening for me. Obviously, I wanted nothing to do with the dog, I never planned to be in the same room as the dog, much less, take care of the dog. After all, Mom was supposed to take care of the dog. Slowly, I fell in love with her. She looked stern and loving. Her warm, brown eyes and pearly white smile only helped me fall in love with her. Not long after that I started to enjoy her company. Sugar was a loyal dog, she wanted to please everyone. When we went for a walk Sugar would come with us. We kept her on a leash, yet she never strayed from us.
Once upon a time, a young boy named Miles really wanted a pet. But Miles didn’t know what pet, eventually he was thinking about having his own dog. So one day his parents got a dog for him for his birthday. He loved his first dog, and would play with his dog named Bell. Have you ever had a great pet but something suddenly happened?
Do you have a cat or dog? If so, where did you get it? Did you get it from an animal shelter? From the side of the road, badly wounded, where you found it just in time to save it? Did you get your animal from an animal breeder, breeding kittens/puppies in their basement?
My dog Schroeder helped me through the hard times of my life. Schroeder snuggled with me and listened to me when I had a bad day. He would lick my tears away with his ears back, concerned for me. Schroeder comforted me when I was stressed. He snuggled me like a giant, loving teddy bear. Sometimes when you’re having a bad day, that’s just
Six months ago I decided that I needed an animal companion. I did a lot of research about Maltese dogs. I looked through the internet to learn if that was the right dog for me. After I was done with my research about Maltese, I looked through newspaper ads and visited the animal shelter to see if I could find one. I came upon an ad in the newspaper for some six month old Maltese puppies, which a lady was selling.
The dog also allowed the child to occasionally take out anger on it, even when no reason was given. The dog played a safe haven that allowed the boy to believe things would get better shown here: “When misfortune came upon the child, and his troubles overwhelmed him, he would often crawl under the table and lay his small distressed head on the dog’s back. The dog was ever sympathetic”(Crane, "A Dark Brown Dog"). The story eventually ends with the dog’s death by the hands of the child’s father here: “The father of the family paid no attention to these calls of the child, but advanced with glee upon the dog. He rolled over on his back and held his paws in a peculiar manner.
When I was nine years old my grandparents adopted a two year puppy named, maximilian. We, of course, called him Max. When we went to the kennel to pick out a new dog Max didn 't seem like an option. He was a scrawny little puppy tucked in the corner of the shelter. Max was a boisterous springer spaniel mix, and when we first got him he was black and white. Overtime his white fur was masked by black spots, similar to age spots, which made him uniquely mine. Max was suppose to my grandfathers new hunting dog when he was newly adopted. However, at the very first gunshot Max bolted and my grandfather spent a three hours looking for Max in the woods. After the hunting incident my grandfather wrote Max off and, he became my dog.
“Oh boy,” said Cookie as he looked toward the kitchen., ” What do I do now?, I have a lot of cooked food and no one to eat it.”
with Face; she was a full breed pit bull, but she liked me. After about an hour
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
...tered and saw what was before me; my stomach got a really bad feeling and I began to breakdown and cry. My daddy was laying on a big white bed with cords connected to him. His arm was wrapped up and he had doctors surrounding him. He was crying which made me even more upset.
He was in bed for the last year of his life. He was suffering so much, it was a relief. He was always full of life, and to see him suffering was truly heartbreaking. I along with the family made the decision enter him into hospice. After two weeks, he died.
On December 24, 1993 I opened my mom’s purse to get some Tylenol and out popped a little puppy. Its fur was soft and blonde, she had freckles on her nose, and she had droopy eyes. It was a Cocker Spaniel. She was so adorable that my family and I decided to name her “Precious.” She was the greatest present anyone could have asked for. Precious, unlike most dogs, has lived an incredible life. She has been dog knapped three different times and taken to Georgia each time. She has been shot, ran over by a car, and experienced many other life threatening experiences. This dog has been through it all.