Personal Narrative: Memoir

Memoir When we pulled up to the house we weren’t sure if it was the right house. We got out the car and one little puppy ran to my feet. My dad said, “I think we are at the right house”. There were ten puppies; they were so adorable. We were at that house to pick out a puppy for my mom after the accident. We picked two puppies out and named them Bonnie and Clyde. Two weeks earlier…we had arrived in Michigan for my grandmas 50th birthday. It was hotter in Michigan than Kentucky that summer and we were staying with my great Aunt Cherie so my grandma would be surprised when she saw us at her party. We had breakfast at Leo’s Coney Island with some of my family. While we were at breakfast our Uncle Keith watched our dog, Molly. When we were in the

My dad’s commander said he couldn’t come. I was very upset knowing that it could have been the last time he saw Molly, but we jumped in the car and got there around four in the morning. We stayed at my Grandma Tammy’s house that night. We woke up around seven in the morning, and went to go see Molly at the vet. When we got there Molly was on lots of drugs, to kill her pain. I remember going in the back and we all kissed her goodbye. I stayed after everybody left and ran next to her and gave her a kiss and said, “I’ll see you after surgery, baby” She was supposed to have surgery around noon but it got postponed till 3 o’clock that afternoon. That vet said if they got her in surgery by noon there was a less likely chance she would get a blood clot in surgery. Since it was postponed till 3 there was probably a greater chance of blood clot. My mom was at the vet, while I was at my grandma’s house with my aunt, cousin, grandma, and sisters. While Molly was in surgery she got a blood clot. They did all they could but unfortunately she passed away. My mom called my Grandma Tammy but my Aunt Dania answered. My aunt handed the phone to my grandma, trying to say