Personal Narrative: My Dark Brown Plear

I fell in love with a little dark brown puppy from the animal shelter fifteen years ago. The puppy was my very first pet and her name was Misty. Misty was dark brown dog with white paws and a white muzzle with a stripe from the top of her head in between her eyes to her muzzle. Misty was older than the others and all alone in a cage, but I fell in love with her. Misty was a dog who loved everyone she met. She was energetic to the point that my family called her kangaroo dog because he would jump on her hind legs when she saw people. Misty was also protective.
Five years ago, I had just gotten into my mom’s blue jeep liberty in front of the Red Barn in Upland. When I was getting into the car I could tell that something was up due to the fact …show more content…
I just didn’t believe that Misty was dead till I got home and she just laid there with her dark brown dirty fur head propped up to the doghouse as if it were a pillow. She looked peaceful but when I found her dead a piece of me died with her and I knew I could never get it back. I was still in shock that my dog was dead and my heart ached to long for my dog just too somehow just be sleeping. I could feel what looked like raindrops on my arms when I was hugging my dead dog, but the sky was clear and this was not normal rain but tears.
I didn’t even watch my parents bury her. I just went inside and cried. It was the hardest thing I had ever been through since I finally could understand. It took me a little while to get over her death and it was hard seeing an empty dog cage without my dog standing with her tail wagging to welcome me home.
Misty was the first death that I had to deal with and the first one that I grieved over. It was the first time that I realized when someone or something died that I could no longer be with them. It’s like you’re all alone in a black dark room with no one around. Misty’s death has allowed me to learn how to deal with death, understand it, and to accept