Personal Narrative: Death Of A Dog

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Losing a pet is something most owners can relate to. As an eight-year-old girl with a tremendous fear of dogs, I did not expect to come home one day and be welcomed by one. I wish I could say that with time I overcame this fear and started to accept him, but I was unable to do so. Before I got the chance to stomach the fact that he existed, he was gone. Although we weren’t close, it was because of him, I experienced death at an early age.
Most children my age would be overjoyed to open the door to their home and be greeted by such heartwarming beings. But I never got around the idea of having a small harmless puppy as in my mind I saw him as a horrendous creature who at any given moment could tear my body into shreds. Contrary to what I thought,
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To come home late in the evening and finding Scooby’s body frozen and hung against the hook on the wall. One of our workers had tied his metal chain tight around his neck and hooked it on the upper fence. His body must have struggled and whimpered but there was no one to take notice. By the time we had returned, Scooby was nothing more than a corpse. My dad had buried him deep beneath the sand dunes while my brothers and I tried to go back to sleep as if nothing had happened. There was no longer any sound of his barks just a silent house.
I remember him every now and then, reminiscing the very little memories we shared. For a while, it had felt very strange not having him around. Every time I walked through my door I waited just in case there was a slight possibility of him being on the other side, ready to start attacking me. It has been five years since that incident. I believe that it is because of him that I was able to accept animals more openly and began to admire them. Now I have a dog named Lucy who I love unconditionally.
My personal belief about life and death is that there is an afterlife. We are spiritual beings here with a physical existence, and when we die, our souls live on. For some of us, our souls reincarnate with new physical bodies. I think of Scooby to be in a new body, may it be as a human or an animal. Having no actual experience of losing someone close to my heart, the death of Scooby made me realise that loss can come from many different places and any

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