On my tenth birthday my second dog had passed away at nine forty one in the morning which was the exact date and time I was born a decade earlier. Her name was Chloe. She was a miniature dachshund who loved attention and bacon bits. She had broken her back jumping off of my parent’s bed while we were not home and a few weeks after the incident we had to put her to sleep. I remember running inside the house after school to find her bed empty and lifeless. When I found the cold bed, I looked to my mother and she nodded her head as a tear rolled down her cheek. Chloe’s loss taught me that not everything lasts and to never take time with loved ones for granite. I believe that this helped me become stronger for other losses, such as my great-grandmother and my
On my tenth birthday my second dog had passed away at nine forty one in the morning which was the exact date and time I was born a decade earlier. Her name was Chloe. She was a miniature dachshund who loved attention and bacon bits. She had broken her back jumping off of my parent’s bed while we were not home and a few weeks after the incident we had to put her to sleep. I remember running inside the house after school to find her bed empty and lifeless. When I found the cold bed, I looked to my mother and she nodded her head as a tear rolled down her cheek. Chloe’s loss taught me that not everything lasts and to never take time with loved ones for granite. I believe that this helped me become stronger for other losses, such as my great-grandmother and my