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Narrative Essays About Dogs

It's one thing to lose someone close to you, it's another to lose a pet. I know that it might seem foolish to get all upset over an animal but it was the only thing that was keeping me stable. I was being uprooted from my home to the middle of nowhere, to a small, dusty town near Yellowstone Park. Even then I knew I didn't belong there and I never even saw the place, but I knew it was going to be vastly different from Las Vegas.

My family was going to be driving there, it wasn't going to be easy for me because I would usually get car sick. It wasn't too bad though since I did have my music player and my dog, Seven of Nine, with me. I remember that two of our other dogs were in the van with my dad; and the cat, my dog, and my sister's ferret were in my older brother's car. I had eventually migrated to my brother's car at some point because I wanted to be with my dog.

It was a long drive from Las Vegas to Yellowstone, I'm not sure how many miles it was between them but I knew it was the longest drive I ever remembered. At one point we had to make a stop at a hotel, I think, I'm not sure if we drove all night then had to stay at a hotel at the end of our journey or what. It's hard to remember what goes on the road, especially if you were drowsy and sick during most of it. The one thing I do remember though was at the end of it, it was pitch black outside, there were no lights but the stars, I had my dog snuggled up beside me and a classic rock station was on low. I didn't realize it at first what song was playing because I had only heard a cover of it by Metallica, it was "Turn the Page" by Bob Seger, a song about life on the road. It made me at peace, I knew the journey was at a close and it made me think that maybe one day I would be a touring rockstar on the road, thinking back to this moment.

When I saw what the town looked like in the daylight it seemed like it was out of some old 50s tv show stuck in some sort of time vortex. It was so foreign to me that it made me fell uneasy and resentful, it didn't help that I was a young teenager either. Though I am proud of myself that I never got into trouble while I lived there, even though I wanted to. But things were starting to change fast because the next thing I knew my dog was having a seizure.

The day started innocent enough, one of my sisters got us another cat, again; she always was the impulsive, stupid one in the family. The cat was skittish and would growl at the dogs so I thought that she just needed to get used to them and introduced her to my dog first because she was a sweetheart and very approachable. However, the cat still lashed out and scratched my dog, what came next took me by surprise. The next thing I knew Seven was twitching on the floor, foaming at the mouth.

We couldn't take her to the vet immdiately, I can't remember why though. I was angry, I blamed it on the cat for Seven's reaction and I wanted to get rid of the stupid feline but my sisters didn't understand. It wasn't fair. My dog was in a constant episode of seizures and I couldn't do anything, she was like that the whole night.

We got a phone call - my dog was taken to the vet and under care for a full day - the sun had gone down and I was told that my dog wasn't going to make it. I felt numb and didn't really realize the circumstances at first, I didn't want to feel anything. The whole family got into the van and took of for the vet.

I noticed right away when we pulled up that the building at one point had been someone's house, I've never seen anything like that before, all the buildings in Vegas were always designed specifically for certain things. I looked up to the sky at the stars, I was angry that it wasn't raining, the world was supposed to be as melancholy as I felt at that moment. I went into the building with my family to a room in the back where my dog was, she was calm for once but panting, I couldn't imagine how many seizures had wrecked her while she was there. I reached out a hand for her and she instantly recognized my presence and turned to look at me, a smile on her face with her tongue hanging out. I smiled back, trying to hold back my tears as desperately as I could.

They were going to put her down, I couldn't watch. I left the room back to the lobby and held my body close as I tried not to go into hysterics, it was a losing battle. The date was July 3rd, 2006 and I looked up to the clock to see that it was past 10 pm. I wanted to cry but I pulled back, I didn't want anyone to see how much of a wreck I was. I was glad though that my family stayed back for her, I wasn't strong enough.

I had started lashing out after it was over and I didn't want to go to school but I endured, or tried. I started picking fights with my family but they didn't understand. It was hard for me. Ever so slowly I healed but I didn't completely accept it, I had felt guilty that I didn't stay with my dog until the end but there was no way to fix it. It is hard to accept death, and though it wasn't really a learning experience I did discover what it was like to lose someone close. It is very hard to lose someone.

Dog is Man's Best Friend Essay

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BAM! Dogs, now a man's best friend. The most common pet, thanks to wolves. Now let's go

way back in time before dogs existed. Now, wolves gradually evolved into dogs. A wolf and a dog

are the same species. They also have the same DNA. Hunting dogs are more related to wolves.

Some people long ago tried to breed dogs by changing their features. For example, a doberman

pinscher got most of its tail cut off. Now they have such small tails! A corgi has a natural tail. A great

dane has surgically cut ears so that they are standing up. A scottish terrier looks like it has a beard but

its just that the hair on its neck got shaved off.

After the common breeds got created, the owners gave the dogs jobs according to their qualities.…show more content…

BAM! Dogs, now a man's best friend. The most common pet, thanks to wolves. Now let's go

way back in time before dogs existed. Now, wolves gradually evolved into dogs. A wolf and a dog

are the same species. They also have the same DNA. Hunting dogs are more related to wolves.

Some people long ago tried to breed dogs by changing their features. For example, a doberman

pinscher got most of its tail cut off. Now they have such small tails! A corgi has a natural tail. A great

dane has surgically cut ears so that they are standing up. A scottish terrier looks like it has a beard but

its just that the hair on its neck got shaved off.

After the common breeds got created, the owners gave the dogs jobs according to their qualities.

There are several that I can name. One is a st. Bernard. A st. Bernard job is to seek people who get lost

in snowdrifts. Hunters use beagles to help find animals to hunt. Back in those days, people would use

small dogs for digging small holes instead of using shovels. If you were a fisherman, you would

probably train your dog or dogs to go get your fishing net. Finally my last but not least example is the

eskimo. Eskimos are trained to pull sleds over the snow.

Some dog breeds got their names by where they are most popular. For example the dalmatian.

The name dalmatian came from a place in Croatia called Dalmatia. The weimaraner came from a place

called Weimar. The cairn terriers got their name because they hunted cairns. The jack

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