Personal Narrative: My Family Dog

When I woke up, I looked outside my foggy window noticing the dark, rainy, and dreary weather. Somehow I already knew that it wasn’t going to be a good day. I had a slow start to my rainy morning, as did the rest of my family. Still in our pajamas, my family and I watched movies all morning. We were in the middle of watching The Help when the phone rang, we all looked around at each other to see which one of us would get up to answer the phone. Eventually, my father rises, leaving the living room to answer the phone.
My father sluggishly meanders back into the living room. He sits down with his hand over his mouth. While slowly removing his hand, he lets out a big gasp. With tears in his eyes, he explains to my mother, my siblings, and myself how our family dog had late stages of bone cancer. My father expresses the doctor’s recommendation to say our final goodbyes to our childhood pet. …show more content…
Bob was a German Shepard husky mix and Tasha was a full breed Siberian husky. We adopted Tasha when I was still in my mother’s belly, and we rescued Bob about five years later. They were one of a kind, Tasha was ornery and stubborn, and Bob was mischievous and rowdy. Nevertheless, they were the sweetest dogs and they absolutely adored each other.
Every dog owner dreads the inevitable. This is the miserable day when your guard dog can no longer fulfill its duty to protect and watch over you. Then a switch of roles occur and it’s suddenly now your turn to protect and do what is best for them. This day arrived a few years back with Tasha, and had now arrived with Bob. These days are when we had to say goodbye to our faithful companions. Of course, these days were full of sadness, but it also reminded us that we were lucky to have had the time we did with