Personal Narrative: Smokey Bean

I remember my first love like it was yesterday, which is not a surprise considering the fact that she was such a big part of my life. Just about every Sunday, I went to my grandmother's house for family dinners, and there I was consistently given the opportunity to see my best friend, Smokey Bean. Bean was a large (but skinny), beautiful female labrador with black fur. If I was lucky, I would be able to get to see her more than once a week, for instance, during school vacations when I could sleepover at my grandma’s house. Overall, seeing Bean became a part of the routine. When staying temporarily at my grandma’s house, I persistently walked her around the neighborhood as exercise. Due to her old age, taking trips around the block kept her …show more content…
For the majority of her life, she lived with my grandmother, but it did not always begin that way. It is told by my aunts, that Ms. Bean was stuck in a couch cushion with her fellow siblings and it was by luck that she was chosen to go home. Since then, she’s lived in a loving household surrounded by people who deeply cared for her. Like any other living being, as years went by, she became older and eventually got to be around 100 in dog years. An increase in age also meant an increase in complications because it was soon obvious that Bean was in some sort of pain; she could barely move without whimpering and weeping. Moreover, one of my aunts suggested that we euthanize her and furthermore relieve the suffering and discomfort. I selfishly and coherently expressed my disagreement with the idea because I did not want to see Smokey go and I could not begin to imagine what life would be like without her, after all, she was always there beside me. Little did I know on a dark Sunday in late November, that it would be my last time ever seeing Bean. My very last memory with her was feeding her half of my hot dog after she began ‘begging with her