At the age of 12 I got my first puppy. Something I had always wanted yet was never allowed to have until I convinced my dad to buy me a small black shy Chihuahua for 75$. I, as a animal lover , was so happy. He enjoyed sleeping and being in his own little corner. My happiness was cut short when my poor puppy acquired a disease that has killed many puppies. Parvo. It was Feb. 23 2013 Saturday morning when he would no longer open his eyes or move. All he did was make a "mmmmm" noise as if he was in pain. We did take him to the vet a week before his death but I believe the only thing the medicine did was end his life quicker. He was lying in his dog bed that I had put on top of my bed. I assured him that everything was going to be okay and expressed to him how much I loved him. I began to watch tv for a few min. As a commercial break came on I looked in his direction and saw his eyes open. I smiled for an instant as I called his name. Yet, as I saw no reaction or movement my smile soon turned into me crying. He had passed away right beside me. I remember putting him in a shoe box of the most expensive shoes I owned, wrapped him in a towel, gave him his chew toy and was forced to bury him alone. As a young girl this was also one of the worst things that has ever happened to me.
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The Big Things in My life.
Non-FictionThis is just a series of bad and good. moments I've had to witness along the way until current day. Little yet big things.
