Post by Aarron on Mar 14, 2017 8:52:30 GMT -5
Death of a beloved pet
Death is something that everyone on this planet has to deal with or has someone very close to them that has already passed. In the early days death doesn't really come to mind as people are living their life's to the fullest every minute of every day to the best they can. Some people might moan about their jobs, school and personal problems but they appreciate every day that they are alive on this earth. As the time draws closer people get worried and start to make plans on what should happen if they passed while family and friends start to panic and begin to come to terms that everyone has their time to go. They become lost when they can no longer have physical contact or able to talk to them.
This death isn't the death of a human but our beloved pet dog Bess. Some people don't really care about the death of their family pet after a while but in this case I do as she helped me out with some funny situations I have went through while growing up. It was a rainy and drowsy day and when I was 6 my siblings and I we were playing hide and seek and I thought it was a good idea to hide in the washing machine,Bess never left my side she sat outside the washing machine on guard not letting anyone near me until my mum looked through the little window and see me and ideals back at her. Also when I was 7 or 8 my brother decided to lock me in the shed, it was till a few hours later that he came back to open the door when Bess was sat barking at the door. Bess was the most loyal dog that I ever known and I miss her all the time .
It was a normal day until I came home from school. I got home before everyone else so I went and watched her like I did everyday. Until, my dad shouted in his angry voice with a little sadness within. He told us to go sit around the table where he came in with tears running down his face. It took him a while to tell us that our dog had to be put down. At that point everyone burst into tears. I didn't cry until I got back into my room where I broke down, I couldn't let my younger siblings see me crying.
It was a gorgeous summers day and the birds where flying high and you could smell the sweet smell of the flowers in the air. On this scorching summers day I had nothing to do I walked around the house asking family members on what I can do. I decided to take Bess a walk, I got her lead and ball and headed out. We walked along the canal a little and then let her off the lead and she bolted it away, I ran after her but couldn't catch up to her. She must have thought I was playing with her. On the way home I decided we would go the park and play a game of fetch. I threw the ball with all my power and off she ran like a bullet to get it and bring it back. We repeated this for what felt like 10 minutes but turns out it was an hour. As we approached the house I could smell that someone was having a BBQ and as I made my way into the backyard it turns out it was me that was having the BBQ.
It's been at least 2 years since I received the heartbreaking new and till this day I still go downstairs expecting my best friend to be sitting there waiting for me. Looking back I wish I done little things like take her out for a walk instead of moaning about it and making up ridiculous excuses just so I could watch my television. The death of our family pet seems much harder to get over just like it would with a human. After the death of Bess all I had in my head was how much she will be missed.
Although she has Gone to a better place she will always be in my heart and always be part of our family. We have her ashes placed In a statue that looks just ,Ike her. These ashes are placed up on a shelf with a picture of Bess with the 4 oldest siblings hanging above it. We placed it high up so we all know she is looking down on us and every time I walk past it I remember all the good times we had and I will be unable to relive these moments with her.
I remember a Christmas when we all rushed downstairs into the living room to see all our presents piled up. Bess came flying in the door and began to roll about in all the wrapping paper, if she didn't move you wouldn't have know she was under all the paper. She didn't care about my dad trying to give her a present to open she was more interested in rolling around and as she ran through the paper it flew everywhere. As we all sat down at the table ready to tuck into our meal Bess came under the table and sat there. Every now and then I cut off a bit of turkey and gave her it, it was Christmas after all and she followed me around the rest of the night. Who says you can't spoil your dog on Christmas?
I am starting to get over it a little now as I have gotten two other dogs an Irish Red Setter and a Bichon Frisée. I made up for the things I didn't do with Bess by taking the dogs for a walk and watching them when the family goes out. It's nice having another two dogs running about the house as it is funny watching the little dog try to wrestle with the big one. I never thought the saying ‘a dog is a mans best friend’ was true until I met Bess the most loyal dog I have ever met and my best friend.
As the days past I always forgot she wasn't there anymore. I remembered refusing to take her a walk just because I was watching tv. Once you lose a loved one you think about all the bag things that you have done which makes you feel bad about yourself. Looking back I wish I just done the little things as I knew we wouldn't have a lot of time where as I will have TV forever until my time to pass.
Death is something that everyone on this planet has to deal with or has someone very close to them that has already passed. In the early days death doesn't really come to mind as people are living their life's to the fullest every minute of every day to the best they can. Some people might moan about their jobs, school and personal problems but they appreciate every day that they are alive on this earth. As the time draws closer people get worried and start to make plans on what should happen if they passed while family and friends start to panic and begin to come to terms that everyone has their time to go. They become lost when they can no longer have physical contact or able to talk to them.
This death isn't the death of a human but our beloved pet dog Bess. Some people don't really care about the death of their family pet after a while but in this case I do as she helped me out with some funny situations I have went through while growing up. It was a rainy and drowsy day and when I was 6 my siblings and I we were playing hide and seek and I thought it was a good idea to hide in the washing machine,Bess never left my side she sat outside the washing machine on guard not letting anyone near me until my mum looked through the little window and see me and ideals back at her. Also when I was 7 or 8 my brother decided to lock me in the shed, it was till a few hours later that he came back to open the door when Bess was sat barking at the door. Bess was the most loyal dog that I ever known and I miss her all the time .
It was a normal day until I came home from school. I got home before everyone else so I went and watched her like I did everyday. Until, my dad shouted in his angry voice with a little sadness within. He told us to go sit around the table where he came in with tears running down his face. It took him a while to tell us that our dog had to be put down. At that point everyone burst into tears. I didn't cry until I got back into my room where I broke down, I couldn't let my younger siblings see me crying.
It was a gorgeous summers day and the birds where flying high and you could smell the sweet smell of the flowers in the air. On this scorching summers day I had nothing to do I walked around the house asking family members on what I can do. I decided to take Bess a walk, I got her lead and ball and headed out. We walked along the canal a little and then let her off the lead and she bolted it away, I ran after her but couldn't catch up to her. She must have thought I was playing with her. On the way home I decided we would go the park and play a game of fetch. I threw the ball with all my power and off she ran like a bullet to get it and bring it back. We repeated this for what felt like 10 minutes but turns out it was an hour. As we approached the house I could smell that someone was having a BBQ and as I made my way into the backyard it turns out it was me that was having the BBQ.
It's been at least 2 years since I received the heartbreaking new and till this day I still go downstairs expecting my best friend to be sitting there waiting for me. Looking back I wish I done little things like take her out for a walk instead of moaning about it and making up ridiculous excuses just so I could watch my television. The death of our family pet seems much harder to get over just like it would with a human. After the death of Bess all I had in my head was how much she will be missed.
Although she has Gone to a better place she will always be in my heart and always be part of our family. We have her ashes placed In a statue that looks just ,Ike her. These ashes are placed up on a shelf with a picture of Bess with the 4 oldest siblings hanging above it. We placed it high up so we all know she is looking down on us and every time I walk past it I remember all the good times we had and I will be unable to relive these moments with her.
I remember a Christmas when we all rushed downstairs into the living room to see all our presents piled up. Bess came flying in the door and began to roll about in all the wrapping paper, if she didn't move you wouldn't have know she was under all the paper. She didn't care about my dad trying to give her a present to open she was more interested in rolling around and as she ran through the paper it flew everywhere. As we all sat down at the table ready to tuck into our meal Bess came under the table and sat there. Every now and then I cut off a bit of turkey and gave her it, it was Christmas after all and she followed me around the rest of the night. Who says you can't spoil your dog on Christmas?
I am starting to get over it a little now as I have gotten two other dogs an Irish Red Setter and a Bichon Frisée. I made up for the things I didn't do with Bess by taking the dogs for a walk and watching them when the family goes out. It's nice having another two dogs running about the house as it is funny watching the little dog try to wrestle with the big one. I never thought the saying ‘a dog is a mans best friend’ was true until I met Bess the most loyal dog I have ever met and my best friend.
As the days past I always forgot she wasn't there anymore. I remembered refusing to take her a walk just because I was watching tv. Once you lose a loved one you think about all the bag things that you have done which makes you feel bad about yourself. Looking back I wish I just done the little things as I knew we wouldn't have a lot of time where as I will have TV forever until my time to pass.