Narrative Essay On The Day I Will Never Forget

It was Christmas day 1998. I was five years old and excited to open the presents left underneath the tree by Santa. I don’t remember most of the gifts I received that year, but there are two that I will never forget. The first one is a little stuffed beagle dog. The dog was soft and tri colored of black, brown, and white. I remember thinking it was a strange gift considering I absolutely hated dogs. I loved stuffed animals though so I brushed it off and went to continue opening presents. Shortly after the stuffed dog I remember my dad interrupting and suggesting me and my siblings take a break from our own piles and open the big gift sitting in middle of the room. My dad suggested I open the box, so I lifted the lid and a tiny beagle puppy …show more content…
It only took a couple of hours for my irrational fear of dogs to fade away. That puppy was given the name Buddy, and for the next twelve years that’s exactly what he was; my buddy. I can remember sick days from school being spent cuddled up with Buddy. We used to always joke that Buddy could tell when someone was faking sick or not because if you were really sick Buddy wouldn’t leave your side. I remember happy times of taking Buddy on family camping trips. It was on a camping trip that we discovered Buddy was terrified of water. We had started out on a hike that required us to pass through creeks. Buddy instantly froze and refused to enter the creek. My brother had to carry Buddy through the creek both ways! This made the hike a little more difficult than we anticipated but it’s funny now looking back at that …show more content…
I was a senior in high school when his health really started to decline, he no longer ran to the door to greet me and was no longer able to jump up onto my bed to cuddle. It was a day we all saw coming but there was no way to really prepare for it. I remember the night before he passed I laid on his dog bed and held him and told him how much of a good boy he was. I can still picture his ears slightly perking up when I asked, “who’s a good boy?” it made me smile because it meant he was still there with me even though he hadn’t moved or eaten in a couple of days. The next day he peacefully passed in his sleep and I, as well as my family, was devastated. That night I was so heartbroken I couldn’t sleep. I had crept into the basement where all our old childhood toys were kept and began to dig through the bin of stuffed animals. I finally found that old beagle stuffed animal. I clung to that stuffed animal so tight that night and for the next few nights after