The death of my dog
When I was nine, in grade four my dog had to be put down. Woody was part of the family for a long time. My parents bought him as a puppy while they still lived in Petrolia. Growing up, Woody was a very good dog. He was energetic, even tempered, would never hurt anyone, and was loved by all of us. We used to through Frisbees to him in the back yard and he was able to run and catch them. Sometimes he would come with us when my family went camping and he would always run into the lake. They say you are lucky to get ten years out of a big dog. By the time Woody was fourteen, we could see him getting old. He had trouble getting up. He would have to really jump up and be fine. During the last six months of his life, he started …show more content…
I used to have a teacher that would always say “different but not less”. He was referring to people with disabilities but I think that applies to the elderly as well. They may have trouble doing activities that we can do without thinking much about it and they may not be as cognitively aware, but that doesn’t make them any less worthy of respect and care. They just need help. And really, who doesn’t need help with some things. People don t make fun of people with injuries so why not do the same for the elderly. I will keep doing as much as I can to help. I don’t think I would have done anything differently if I had gone through this experience again. For one, it wasn’t up to me to make the decision. And two, while it was hard to see him go, I believe it was the best possible solution. It wouldn’t be fair for him considering the amount of pain Woody was in. Plus he was really old so maybe the tests could have kept him alive a little longer, but he was also sixteen years old. He got up to about one and a half times what is normal for a big dog. So even if he had gotten treatment, that would have affected him as well. So I truly believe that this is the way it was best, and I wouldn’t have done anything differently even if I did have the
When I was nine, in grade four my dog had to be put down. Woody was part of the family for a long time. My parents bought him as a puppy while they still lived in Petrolia. Growing up, Woody was a very good dog. He was energetic, even tempered, would never hurt anyone, and was loved by all of us. We used to through Frisbees to him in the back yard and he was able to run and catch them. Sometimes he would come with us when my family went camping and he would always run into the lake. They say you are lucky to get ten years out of a big dog. By the time Woody was fourteen, we could see him getting old. He had trouble getting up. He would have to really jump up and be fine. During the last six months of his life, he started …show more content…
I used to have a teacher that would always say “different but not less”. He was referring to people with disabilities but I think that applies to the elderly as well. They may have trouble doing activities that we can do without thinking much about it and they may not be as cognitively aware, but that doesn’t make them any less worthy of respect and care. They just need help. And really, who doesn’t need help with some things. People don t make fun of people with injuries so why not do the same for the elderly. I will keep doing as much as I can to help. I don’t think I would have done anything differently if I had gone through this experience again. For one, it wasn’t up to me to make the decision. And two, while it was hard to see him go, I believe it was the best possible solution. It wouldn’t be fair for him considering the amount of pain Woody was in. Plus he was really old so maybe the tests could have kept him alive a little longer, but he was also sixteen years old. He got up to about one and a half times what is normal for a big dog. So even if he had gotten treatment, that would have affected him as well. So I truly believe that this is the way it was best, and I wouldn’t have done anything differently even if I did have the