I believe that dogs deserve roses.
I grew up in a sanctuary home; a place for animals otherwise put to death would come live with us be retrained and given away.
We had many animals; 12 white pet rats, 18 dogs, nearly 25 cats (though they had so many kittens that we would sometimes have all the way up 40 cats!) and about 18-20 fish. It was a jungle. Cats had liters behind washing machines, storks took koi from the pond. The house was always a mess. And then there was me. I hated cloth especially pants. I was as wild as the dogs, hell I thought I WAS a dog. A year before I was for our dog Kofu (a full breed Japanese Akita inu saved from a very mean man) had a litter of 10 with Matjoek (a half Japanese half American Akita inu, who was admiral. …show more content…
But it was after that camping trip that Kira got sick. Exhausted after a hike, barely able to lift herself out of the water. It horrible, watching a family member get so sick. She wouldn't walk, she couldn't walk, even for the bathroom. She wouldn't eat or drink. Her breath rasped painfully and she would whine in her sleep, I used to sit when I couldn't sleep and count her breaths and pet her head. But I was younger and much more ignorant. I believed that she would get better. I thought she would get up and play with me. she was 14 years old. That's damn near 98 in dog years, somewhere along the line she went from being a simple year older than me to an old lady. But I didn't know. I didn't know. I grew up with Akira, she was my sister. She was the only one we took from Holland. She was my best friend at a time when I had no friends and she was going to …show more content…
I was so excited I thought that she was better! “She’s in the backyard” that's what my mom told me, her voice didn't sound particularly sad. “She’s in the backyard” I remember those words so clearly. Even more, I remember the feeling that came after. Cold, my body went so cold that my fingers went numb and tingle-ly. My heart dropped so fasted I got dizzy and I had to hold my stomach because it felt as if it would rip through my beginning. It was my first time dealing with death. There had been many times after that and there will be many times more but not feel the same as the first one. When you are still young and the world innocent. The first I will always carry in my bones. That feeling that repulsed
I grew up in a sanctuary home; a place for animals otherwise put to death would come live with us be retrained and given away.
We had many animals; 12 white pet rats, 18 dogs, nearly 25 cats (though they had so many kittens that we would sometimes have all the way up 40 cats!) and about 18-20 fish. It was a jungle. Cats had liters behind washing machines, storks took koi from the pond. The house was always a mess. And then there was me. I hated cloth especially pants. I was as wild as the dogs, hell I thought I WAS a dog. A year before I was for our dog Kofu (a full breed Japanese Akita inu saved from a very mean man) had a litter of 10 with Matjoek (a half Japanese half American Akita inu, who was admiral. …show more content…
But it was after that camping trip that Kira got sick. Exhausted after a hike, barely able to lift herself out of the water. It horrible, watching a family member get so sick. She wouldn't walk, she couldn't walk, even for the bathroom. She wouldn't eat or drink. Her breath rasped painfully and she would whine in her sleep, I used to sit when I couldn't sleep and count her breaths and pet her head. But I was younger and much more ignorant. I believed that she would get better. I thought she would get up and play with me. she was 14 years old. That's damn near 98 in dog years, somewhere along the line she went from being a simple year older than me to an old lady. But I didn't know. I didn't know. I grew up with Akira, she was my sister. She was the only one we took from Holland. She was my best friend at a time when I had no friends and she was going to …show more content…
I was so excited I thought that she was better! “She’s in the backyard” that's what my mom told me, her voice didn't sound particularly sad. “She’s in the backyard” I remember those words so clearly. Even more, I remember the feeling that came after. Cold, my body went so cold that my fingers went numb and tingle-ly. My heart dropped so fasted I got dizzy and I had to hold my stomach because it felt as if it would rip through my beginning. It was my first time dealing with death. There had been many times after that and there will be many times more but not feel the same as the first one. When you are still young and the world innocent. The first I will always carry in my bones. That feeling that repulsed