Dogs are like family, and when they pass away, it is really hard for the owner. Let's say one goes to work and when one comes back, one’s dog is lost, it is a very terrible feeling. It's like the world is over. Because that was the owners only friend. Now your dog is shot what does that owner do? One is thinking who,what,and when! Then one finds out “The Farmer” did it. One is going to take “The Farmer” to court one is thinking. Did you think why he shot ones dog? Of course not, but maybe one should consider it. One's brain is going so fast ones heart is racing… your scared that the dog is gone forever. One says to oneself, I need a lawyer. So one gets a lawyer, and he is talking to you about what he is gonna say. You start tearing up, wow
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The neglect that both Vanessa and James have for neglecting the health of their dog has eventually led to the tragic event of their dog. At the end of the story Vanessa was told by her mother that Nanuk became too aggressive to anyone outside the family to kept in the house, she soon asked her mother again for the truth that really happened to Nanuk and learned of Nanuk’s death. This is akin to the accident that James had with his pet pug, as he further neglect his dogs health he eventually left the back gate of his house open. This led to his dog running away from home, he did not realize that the gate was open until he noticed that his dog could not be seen anywhere in the house. In an attempt to find his dog he asked around the neighborhood and placed missing posters of his dog around the vicinity, but was unable to find his dog. As we grow old we are faced with many responsibilities to do, but we generally get distracted from following up to our responsibilities. This would ultimately lead to consequences, and these consequences helps us become more mature and realize the loss of something important or
In life, we have to let go of a certain thing to have a good future even if that certain thing is a dog that we loved and known our whole life. In the story of “When the Emperor was Divine” by Julie Otsuka, the the mother of the family killed their pet dog who was name White Dog. Did she kill White Dog because she is desperate? Worried they won’t be able to bring their dog to shelter? Unlimited amount of question raised in my head. But the reason why she kill White Dog is because she doesn't want to see him get hurt and she doesn’t trust anyone else to took care of him rather and her family.
When the Maltese gets older there may be a time where he starts having problems. When the Maltese has internal problems, can not eat on his own, or move without discomfort, it may be time to let him go. It may be hard to make that decision but it should be made thinking of the Maltese, about if he can still have a pleasant, dignified life. The Maltese trusts his owner to make that decision for him. If the Maltese can no longer live the life he has had with the family, then life is most likely not fun or pleasant for him. When the owner makes the courageous decision to help their friend move on, they should not dwell on the loss, but think about the happy moments they had together
He later becomes the leader of the dogs and serves for many owners, but owners are often not nice to dogs, he is almost killed by an inexperienced owner. John Thornton saves him, and Buck loves him so much, but when
But even though this precious dog had been abandoned, imprisoned in a crate and left to die, he was so full of love and it was clear to see that he was very appreciative to those two men who rescued him. You would think after all this that this dog would be vicious and try to attack, but that was not the case. After all that there was no way these men were going to just leave this dog there or not do anything to try and help him.
Service men and women in the military get service dogs. These dogs help them do their job. Sometimes these service workers are hurt and discharged. After they are discharged their dogs are given to someone else. Very rarely do these service workers get their dogs back. These dogs don’t get reunited with their owners.
“To the District Attorney: The things I am about to tell you are true, please, believe me, during the last few years I’ve murdered at least twenty-five people. There may be something wrong with my brain or I might just be evil, but each time I killed someone. They haunted me night and day; their voice was pleading for me not harm them and their eyes constantly watching me, even in my sleep. After stealing lethal drugs from my stock I switched some with customer’s medication, knowing it would kill them within hours.” Jerry stopped reading and sobbed.
on a very good morning with a shiny bright sun up in the sky and birds singing on the tree, I was there standing in a middle of the field and get ready to set up my bow for a shooting. While I was busy preparing my bow, my friend Sara came and get me with a smile on her face. She then ask me if I'm free to hear her story.
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.
I had always wanted a dog. I waited 11 years asking for a dog almost every day. I finally convinced my mom to take me to the animal shelter. It was around an hour ride to get the place where we got my dog. We got Murray at Pets Inc.
Ones take of this story can be many of sorts. The dog essential may have saved this young child, his father may have chosen to throw him out the window. If the dog wasn’t there to take his place, who is to say what could had happened? It also shows how the dogs undeniable, love, devotion and eagerness to please his master. Eventually these traits, sadly left him resting lifeless in his young master’s arms. The relationships between these characters, is one of who’s pulling the strings. The abuse has been passed down from father to son. This story leaves an emptiness, with the unsettling turn of events.
When I was in the 7th grade. I wanted to have teeth that were straight, and white as mint toothpaste, but I needed to let go the candy, and any sticky food if I was going to get braces. I contemplated all morning before the procedure if it was worth it because I had a whole stack of candy from Halloween, either way, I didn't have a choice anymore I was there already waiting in the lobby. As soon as they called me in I was asking myself should I eat one more candy before this demolition experience takes away my goodies from me, but my mom was saying no you are not going to eat that anymore, if you want beauty, you had to deal with pain to get there. After an hour had passed I went to find a mirror so I could see you took this decision upon
"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??
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