by Hailow » Sun Jan 11, 2015 7:01 pm
Best Memories of 2014:
Last year, I had lots of great memories, and I'd love to share these. First off, my friends are a huge part of my life, and they always will be. I loved hanging out with them, and enjoying the summer until we had to go to school again. Going to a completely different school than most of my little "group" might seem like a Bad Memory of 2014, however it seems to do us good, as we tend to freak out when we see each other. XD
Worst Memory of 2014:
The worst memory of 2014 is when we had to put my dog down. He was 13 (91 dog years!), so he live a very long life. My parents met him coming home from a concert one day, (I wasn't born yet!) and took him in. Poor dog was a puppy that had been kicked out of a home.. He was also afraid of water. We think that they must have abused him before they let him wander the streets alone. A black lab mix (totally unknown mixture), my dog, Angus, was a black dog with only a little white on his muzzle and front right paw. He came up to my dad when he got out of the car and licked his hand. According to my mother, she says he was only the height of her knee. By the time we put him down, he was a little taller than my hip.
We also met another dog, Malcom, who Angus played with in the park. The owners actually gave him to us, because they had other puppies, too. I was still not born. Malcom was that dog who jumps up and eats the butter off of the counter. I barely remember him, because he died of a seizure when I was in preschool. I can remember my mom crying on the way home from school, and I asked her why. She said, "Malcom died," and I can just see myself standing in the garage with my mom going into the house sobbing while tears started to fall down my own cheeks.
I always had a dog growing up, so it was a shock that week before we put him down to hear my dad telling us what we had to do. My sister and I sobbed and ran into the dining room to hug Angus. Being a very old dog who could survive on his own, mostly, and had ran away twice, Angus surprisingly had major hip pain and slipped on the tile often. The two months before we put him to sleep, it was a rare occasion that he'd come upstairs. Two months turned to weeks and soon, he could barely make it outside to poop. Soon, he could barely stand up to go eat. I remember having to bring his food to him, because it hurt him to get up.
On that Wednesday we put him down, I got on the bus and cried on my friend's shoulder. As I sat in class, tear-less, my teacher says something that catches my attention. It was the day that police dogs would come to school to do tricks and whatnot. I usually loved that, but that day was the worst timing possible. Confusion, anger, and sadness bubbled up in my chest. My friends were good enough to know something was wrong, and I started tearing up in the hallway. But by the time we were outside... let's just say I was a hot mess. I could barely breath, I was sobbing so hard.
When I got home, I cried again. My mom said they fed Angus a plate (literally off a plate) of strawberries and peanut butter. That night, The house no longer sounded with the clacking of his claws on the tile, or his snoring in my parents room. It was. DEAD. Silent.
Hopes for 2015:
I just want a great year, and a dog. Really really badly.
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