I had 2 dogs, Gracie, and Karma. Karma was a big Dalmatian mix, who huffed and puffed and was really funny. Gracie was a cute baby puppy that went up to my knees. She was brown as chocolate. We had had Karma for years, and for all of them that I had been alive she was an old, sick, and lovable dog, part blind, part deaf, but she was still a very important family member. She was a beautiful dog and I loved her so much.
One time we gave her a bath, and she shivered crazy and soaked us all. Another time, we played fetch, but I had to go get the ball instead of her. We also once let our aunt babysit her while we were at Disneyland, and she was excited as ever when we got back. Once we were planning a trip to Long Beach, CA. Sadly, we were also planning to put her down the day before, so hopefully we could cheer up at the beach. But we couldn't. She was just too good to go. But unfortunately, that was a sign of what was coming in a couple months. …show more content…
She was going to be put down. It was really happening. It couldn't be happening. She's my puppy doggie. I remember panicking, scared of the loss.
My littles siblings waited in the waiting room while me, Penny, and our parents went to the room. We were allowed to give her treats and huddle around her and give her all our love. They gave us all the time we wanted, but eventually, we had to do it. This can't be happening! They put a shot in her foot, and she had her last breath before breathing out. When she breathed out it made the weirdest sound. “Buh,” or something stupid like