Authors note: I wrote this piece to show how good i am at personal narrative
The day Comet, one
of our dogs, died, he didn’t walk, eat, or even bark
for a while. So his time was today or in
2 days from now, I thought.
On the day he died
in the morning he just sat there in the same spot in the kitchen near his bowl. Then we went to school. During the afternoon once I got home. I say Comet
laying in the living room.
Mom
said, “ I wanted Comet to go once you got home.” Once I heard
that I began to sob and felt very
upset. Before we went to the vet I took
some pictures of Comet with Peppy. So we went to the vet after I took those pictures. Before he died I took a few pictures to remember him forever.
1 minute before he
died I took 1 last picture of me and comet. Then he passed on. So since he died
we got a dog ornament to remember him.
After we left the vet we cried all of the home. When my family got
home we colored part of the ornament. The color of the his fur black. At home I
have a bigger hole in my life and heart felt
like it exploded on the day he died.
This day was a bad but a memorable day for my
family and peppy. Comet who is up in
heaven. Always on January 20th
I will think back of comet even more ever year. Every January 20th it always feels like a heavier hole.