Personal Narrative: Death Of A Dog
I guess i wasn’t ready to let god take him away just yet.
After all he was like my first best friend. I remember how torn i felt that day. It felt as if a piece of me was being ripped away. I still remember all the good memories i had shared with him. i learned that not all good things in life stay, everything comes and goes whether you like it or not.
Looking back I think about how clueless i was. It all adds up how my dog was old and ill i should have known. My six year old self definitely knew what death was i guess i guess i just didn’t want to believe that my dog was slowly dying. It might of just been the fact that i was so broken hearted by the death of my dog that i just now realized that he would have died sooner or later.
After all he was like my first best friend. I remember how torn i felt that day. It felt as if a piece of me was being ripped away. I still remember all the good memories i had shared with him. i learned that not all good things in life stay, everything comes and goes whether you like it or not.
Looking back I think about how clueless i was. It all adds up how my dog was old and ill i should have known. My six year old self definitely knew what death was i guess i guess i just didn’t want to believe that my dog was slowly dying. It might of just been the fact that i was so broken hearted by the death of my dog that i just now realized that he would have died sooner or later.