I Like Dogs
I have two pooches in my life at the moment - one I adopted when I first came to this country and the other one is my girlfriends dog, but that's not what I'm going to talk about now. I'm going to talk about my first dog - his name was Toby
Back when I was a child, my Mother and Father wanted to have another child. They tried many times. My Mother for oregant many times and my Mother took a miscarriage every time. It was very sad. I watched my Mother cry a lot when I was growing up because of this. I cried too because I would never be a big brother. But then at my Father met someone at work who found a puppy, brought him home and we all fell in love with him.
He was a lively, loving and friendly little dog. We did a lot together. I remember even being very upset when I went back to school that summer because I couldn't take him with him. He slept in my bed,we played together, he watched tv with me and he was my very best friend - kind of like a brother.
But he wasn't quite right. He didn't have a very happy life before he came to our house. When my Mother and Father went with him to the vet, the vet told us that he was deaf. He also had stunted growth because his last owner's didn't feed him and the vet said it was a miracle that he trusted us at all.
But sadly we couldn't spend as much time with him as we would have hoped, and he passed away. I remember being there when the vet out him to sleep and I remember him looking at me as I was crying and holding his paw and be had a look in his eye that told me it was okay to let him go, even though it was hard for me to do. Even the vet got emotional seeing my family so heartbroken. I watched my dearest friend and bravest sounder die.
We had a lot of beautiful times together. He helped me through tough times in my childhood and I hope we made him trust again and give him memories that overwrite the last ones.
Back when I was a child, my Mother and Father wanted to have another child. They tried many times. My Mother for oregant many times and my Mother took a miscarriage every time. It was very sad. I watched my Mother cry a lot when I was growing up because of this. I cried too because I would never be a big brother. But then at my Father met someone at work who found a puppy, brought him home and we all fell in love with him.
He was a lively, loving and friendly little dog. We did a lot together. I remember even being very upset when I went back to school that summer because I couldn't take him with him. He slept in my bed,we played together, he watched tv with me and he was my very best friend - kind of like a brother.
But he wasn't quite right. He didn't have a very happy life before he came to our house. When my Mother and Father went with him to the vet, the vet told us that he was deaf. He also had stunted growth because his last owner's didn't feed him and the vet said it was a miracle that he trusted us at all.
But sadly we couldn't spend as much time with him as we would have hoped, and he passed away. I remember being there when the vet out him to sleep and I remember him looking at me as I was crying and holding his paw and be had a look in his eye that told me it was okay to let him go, even though it was hard for me to do. Even the vet got emotional seeing my family so heartbroken. I watched my dearest friend and bravest sounder die.
We had a lot of beautiful times together. He helped me through tough times in my childhood and I hope we made him trust again and give him memories that overwrite the last ones.
31-35, M
