Personal Narrative: Doodle Up

I was afraid to pick Doodle up. My hand wrapped around his body and my other hand wrapped around his head, holding him up. The blood started to drip out of his mouth and onto my shirt and stained it. He was so heavy, I didn't want to drop him because he was so fragile. I stopped every couple of minute to fix him because he would start to slide down and my arms were so weak and tired. The mud was so thick that my shoe came off and I had to take them off and walk. I was mentally in pain, I was also in physical pain because I was stepping on the rocks and with him over my shoulder did not help the pain. I got home, put Doodle down, started to cry, and scream for Mom and Dad. I searched around the house just thinking how could this be happening. I found my mom and dad and I tried to tell them what happened but they couldn't understand me. I brought them to him, they bolted to his body and picked him up. Mom called every family member and 911 to tell them what had happened. The ambulance showed up to take his body to the morg. Mom and Dad sat at the dinner table, calmed down, and made plans for the funeral tomorrow. As we sat …show more content…
After breakfast Dad called the funeral home and asked about available dates they could have the funeral. He told them they had a coffin that they could put him in. I asked Dad how this could happen, he just blakely looked at me. I was so afraid of what would happen next, how would we move on from this? I grabbed my ball cap and thought of him saying, “I wanna go too, brother.” I walked out of the house, on my way to Old Woman Swap, just to sit down, think, and talk to Doodle. When I got there I couldn't do it, I had to leave, the horrible thoughts got to me. Once I got back home I went to my room and hugged a pillow trying not to cry but it slipped I started to burst out crying. Mom came in and hugged me but I pulled away after awhile of just sitting there, she got up and