If I had 3 wishes, I would bunch those wishes into one and wish for my dog back. I wish I were there to see her go. That dog was an essential part of my routine. Whether it comes to hearing her screams/barking in the morning, feeding her, or taking her for walks, yeah, while she was alive, I thought these tasks were merely just chores, but now that she’s gone, I finally found that those weren’t only chores. She gave me company and partnership. She gave me someone to “talk” to and someone to calm myself down. She gave me someone to exercise with and bond with. But after ten years, that fateful day arrived.I couldn’t even see her go. The last piece of my dog I saw was a picture of her, lifeless. She was a hassle cleaning her, her fur, and her waste. If I hadn’t adopted her, I would never have a pet. Not that I dislike animals. I love animals but don’t want to relive that fateful day. Whether it be a Text message, call, or even in your arms. When I went downstairs to talk with my mom, I always saw my dog accompany her. While walking down the stairs, I would always glance to the right of my mom to look at my dog. To admire how adorable she is. Now, when I do that, all I am staring at is only space. I wonder where she went. I mean, it was her time to go. We tried our best to comfort her during her last days with us. She was suffering, and while she was alive, I thought it was best for her to live comfortably in her afterlife. After experiencing the first significant death of a loved one in my family, the fear of death is becoming real to me, er the fear of grief caused by the death. She was feisty sometimes, even leaving marks on my skin from scratches or bites.I used to think it was evil for her to scratch or bite me, but now I realize these marks are the only pieces my dog will have going forward. Now that she’s gone, I’m admiring everything about her. Things that are so small, I wouldn’t notice if she was still alive, such as her tiny fur shed left on the car and floors. I couldn’t believe it. In the morning, I was tapping her head goodbye as I left for school, and I returned with her gone. I wasn’t able to tell her goodbye. If I were to have one last and final wish, I wish I could tell her goodbye. It’s kind of sad when I walk in the house, and it’s empty. My dog used to be so excited when anyone walked into the house, especially my parents. we used to treat it as an annoyance, but now that she’s gone, I wish she can jump one last time. Rest easy, may God protect you in heaven. You will meet us there, reeree.
Category: Memorials
