Hi, I'm new to the website. A month ago I had to put down my beloved dog, Rocky. I have had her almost my entire life and it feels like I have lost a part of me. I have an assignment for my English class to write about an event in my life that made me realize something about life, society, or relationships. I want to write about my dog's death and how powerful relationships can be between people and animals. The first half of this essay will be a narrative on my dog's death. This essay means a lot to me because its about my lost best friend. I want to really capture how I felt and how much she meant to me. Any input would be greatly appreciated.
I will never forget her face that day. She was anxious, yet serene. No words needed to be spoken because as I locked my eyes into her big brown eyes a thousand words were exchanged. I clung to her ever so tightly, I could have held her forever.
Sitting in the waiting room I observed all the other patients and their family members. Some were happy, some sad, but no one, I thought, could possibly feel the monsoon of emotions I was feeling. We were almost immediately called back to a room. The room was so impersonal, empty white walls. Every second felt like an hour, but it was still not enough time. The doctor came in and very straight forwardly told us the news. It sounded like he had said it a million times before, “she doesn't have much time”. My whole self screamed of agony, nothing has ever hurt that much. I was crying so badly I felt as if my tears were going to flood the entire building. I could have been shot at that moment and it would be a relief from the state of my wretched heartache. The thought of having to say goodbye to her felt like someone had torn open my chest with their bare hands and ripped out my bleeding heart. I want to scream, vomit, something to alleviate the pain of having to knowingly part with my best friend. I had never known a world without her company, and I was about to be forcefully thrown into one. She was everything to me. She was the one who always provided me with strength, now I had to be strong for her.
I would have given anything to go back to the days when she was full of energy and life, but as I came to realization with my nightmare, she was old and suffering. My body quivered as I held her for the last time. I kissed her forehead, my final dreadful goodbye. A part of me left with her that day and this void in my soul will remain until we meet again. Until then she will be forever in my memory, my best friend, my dog, Rocky.