I am screaming.
I am in the middle of the street screaming for what seems like hours. There I hold what was once my best friend sonny. My face was getting hotter and hotter. I can feel what seems like millions of tears running down my face into my lap. My snowman pajamas are the only thing keeping me warm in the cold dark night. I had just lost my world and my heart was shattered. My little brother, being too young to understand what was happening, tugs on my shirt and says, “Brianna, what going on?” With a million thoughts running through my mind and memories of me and sonny who wasn't just a dog but my best friend, I simply told my brother, “Everything is fine, now get your blanket and go sit on the couch, sissy will be right back.” …show more content…
I held him tight because I needed a hug. After everything that has happened, holding my brother kept me calm, I felt safe holding him. I still had hope that Sonny would make it, but as time passed, that hope I had started to fade away. All I wanted was just one last chance to say goodbye. Just one last hug. It hurt to know that I would never get that chance again. I would never get another chance to play with him, or take him on walks, or to the park or anything like that ever again. There are some things you know you won't ever forget, that night was one of them. All of the tears that were shed, all of the hearts that were broken. No one would ever forget the memories. The memories that were imprinted in my mind like a stamp on an envelope. No one ever asks for these things to happen. Or for it to hurt this bad. But sometimes it just happens. I remember thinking that to myself while my mom walked through the doors with tears on the edge of her eyes. Holding back the tears she said,
“ Baby, i'm so sorry, but we had to put him …show more content…
For a good ten minutes she was down there. Then she came back up with red eyes and tears still stood on the edge of her eyes. By then everyone had calmed down and I soon realised my little brother was fast asleep on my shoulder. I grab his blanket and put a pillow on the couch. I lay him down and then put his warm fuzzy blanket on him. My brother and sister say their good nights and go upstairs as well. Soon after that my grandparents left and it was just me, my mom, and my dad. My mom hands me a bowl of ice cream and puts on the movie “My Girl” which is my favorite movie and my dad goes to his room and goes to sleep. I remember staying up late that night with my mom and being thankful for my family that will always support
I am in the middle of the street screaming for what seems like hours. There I hold what was once my best friend sonny. My face was getting hotter and hotter. I can feel what seems like millions of tears running down my face into my lap. My snowman pajamas are the only thing keeping me warm in the cold dark night. I had just lost my world and my heart was shattered. My little brother, being too young to understand what was happening, tugs on my shirt and says, “Brianna, what going on?” With a million thoughts running through my mind and memories of me and sonny who wasn't just a dog but my best friend, I simply told my brother, “Everything is fine, now get your blanket and go sit on the couch, sissy will be right back.” …show more content…
I held him tight because I needed a hug. After everything that has happened, holding my brother kept me calm, I felt safe holding him. I still had hope that Sonny would make it, but as time passed, that hope I had started to fade away. All I wanted was just one last chance to say goodbye. Just one last hug. It hurt to know that I would never get that chance again. I would never get another chance to play with him, or take him on walks, or to the park or anything like that ever again. There are some things you know you won't ever forget, that night was one of them. All of the tears that were shed, all of the hearts that were broken. No one would ever forget the memories. The memories that were imprinted in my mind like a stamp on an envelope. No one ever asks for these things to happen. Or for it to hurt this bad. But sometimes it just happens. I remember thinking that to myself while my mom walked through the doors with tears on the edge of her eyes. Holding back the tears she said,
“ Baby, i'm so sorry, but we had to put him …show more content…
For a good ten minutes she was down there. Then she came back up with red eyes and tears still stood on the edge of her eyes. By then everyone had calmed down and I soon realised my little brother was fast asleep on my shoulder. I grab his blanket and put a pillow on the couch. I lay him down and then put his warm fuzzy blanket on him. My brother and sister say their good nights and go upstairs as well. Soon after that my grandparents left and it was just me, my mom, and my dad. My mom hands me a bowl of ice cream and puts on the movie “My Girl” which is my favorite movie and my dad goes to his room and goes to sleep. I remember staying up late that night with my mom and being thankful for my family that will always support