Personal Narrative: My Dog Doesn T Cry

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One day, my dog, Roxie, came home from being out side for almost 3 hours. We thought she had been lost and started to call neighbors and family members that live close. The next day she started acting weird. She got a fever and starting pooping and throwing up everywhere in the house. We took her to the vet, to find that she had lime disease. She was put on very strong medication as well aa a cone. She was miserable. After two weeks of this it began to perish.

She was fine for two years, but then the symptoms started to come back. She was 14 now, which is pretty old for a dog. This time the disease came back with vengeance, her immune system was not strong anymore, decrepit. My mom thought that it was time. She proposed the idea to us but of course, we denied at first but realized it is better for her. Even though my …show more content…

Of course, it was nice and sunny, while I was going to be up in my room, shot through the heart. Even though I had a friend over, I could not hide my guilt. Before she left, we gave her every single last treat that we had made for her. That day, my mom saw me cry. She has never seen my cry and that hit her hard. My sister balls all the time, but my mom and I never cry. The last time I had seen Roxie is when she walked out the door with my father. We left to get some ice cream to try to calm …show more content…

I asked my friend if I could come over to his house and hang out. Shortly after I arrived there my sister called me and she started to talk about Roxie, I yelled at her telling her that she was going to make my cry again. She agreed, I could hear her crying on the other end of the line. Guilt, the thing that made me cry. I hated keeping up with Roxie and taking care of her so she could have a happy life. I was not the reason she had a happy life. I wish I took care of her better. It took me a few days to recoup but still, she is on my

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