Abraham Lincoln once said, “ Sorrow comes to all...Perfect relief is not possible, except with time. You cannot now realize that you will ever feel better and yet you are sure to be happy again.” What Lincoln described was what happened to me when Baxter, my dog, died.
On a Sunday afternoon, I was with Baxter, a beautiful, active Golden Retriever. Usually, we spent our time at the park together, playing frisbee. Since Baxter was so active, I always threw the frisbee for him, and he came whisking back to me with the frisbee in his mouth. Today, however, was unusual. Unwittingly, my frisbee went onto the road. Baxter, as usual, went to retrieve the frisbee, but a speeding truck was coming. I yelled at Baxter, but instead of running, Baxter gazed up at me. …show more content…
I could hear and still can recall my dog’s wailing and whining throughout the street. I screamed for the operator of the truck to stop, but he didn’t listen. Baxter kept on wailing and I could not do anything as I watched my dog died. I felt that every sinew in my body wanted to move and recover my dog, but something was hindering me. “How could that blind truck driver not see my dog on the road?” I asked incredulously .
Many emotions were bombarding my head and my heart. I was befuddled and aghast at the situation. The adult stopped, but he left. and I saw my dog lying on the road; my poor dog hurt.
I wanted to retrieve Baxter when all of a sudden, the man for some unknown reason, started to back up. Baxter continued to whine, but I could not do nothing but glare at the man behind the wheel. I could hear the sound of flesh being squished against the pavement, and I could see the red blood emanating, and oozing from the body. After the deafening noise, there was dead silence. At first I thought that my dog had stopped whining, but in truth, Baxter was dead.
“ I hate you !” I
On a Sunday afternoon, I was with Baxter, a beautiful, active Golden Retriever. Usually, we spent our time at the park together, playing frisbee. Since Baxter was so active, I always threw the frisbee for him, and he came whisking back to me with the frisbee in his mouth. Today, however, was unusual. Unwittingly, my frisbee went onto the road. Baxter, as usual, went to retrieve the frisbee, but a speeding truck was coming. I yelled at Baxter, but instead of running, Baxter gazed up at me. …show more content…
I could hear and still can recall my dog’s wailing and whining throughout the street. I screamed for the operator of the truck to stop, but he didn’t listen. Baxter kept on wailing and I could not do anything as I watched my dog died. I felt that every sinew in my body wanted to move and recover my dog, but something was hindering me. “How could that blind truck driver not see my dog on the road?” I asked incredulously .
Many emotions were bombarding my head and my heart. I was befuddled and aghast at the situation. The adult stopped, but he left. and I saw my dog lying on the road; my poor dog hurt.
I wanted to retrieve Baxter when all of a sudden, the man for some unknown reason, started to back up. Baxter continued to whine, but I could not do nothing but glare at the man behind the wheel. I could hear the sound of flesh being squished against the pavement, and I could see the red blood emanating, and oozing from the body. After the deafening noise, there was dead silence. At first I thought that my dog had stopped whining, but in truth, Baxter was dead.
“ I hate you !” I