Personal Narrative: A Dog's Death Of Ollie

In 2008, I spent the summer with my Uncle, Aunt and 2 cousins in Missouri. They picked me up at the airport, and the car ride was filled with discussion about a puppy they had just gotten 2 days prior. It was explained that my cousins wanted a dog since their friends’ family had gotten a dog recently. My Uncle, happy to oblige, stopped at a neighbor’s house one day, who was giving away puppies they could not care for, as is common in small town America. He picked out the cutest one and went on his way. The family was so happy to have “Roxy” in their home and on their farm.

Even though the adoption of Ellie was primarily for the use of crime fighting, Ellie’s owners turned to their dog to seek change and happiness. After Jakob, Ellie’s initial owner lost his significant other, he trained Ellie for police work and the author further shows his appreciation for Ellie when he stated that, “I’m on K-9 patrol right now, search and rescue. I’ve got a dog. Her name is Ellie… You’d like her, honey… She’s a good dog; She really is” (Pg 64). The talk with Jakob and her spouse’s grave revealed the secretive bond that both Jakob and Ellie shared that gave Jakob happiness and hope throughout the book. Without Ellie’s assistance, Jakob could not overcome his spouse’s death and could not achieve the familiar happiness again.

I got my very first animal in September of 2009. It was a dog and we named him Buddy. I walking into shelter trying to find the right dog to bring home. I was so excited to get my first dog! Thinking which one is going to be the one. When we walked in all we could here was barking. Walking by cages of cute puppies, then we found just the right one, Buddy!

When my families first Portuguese Water Dog, superb Sonoma, passed away, it was one of the most downcast days in my life. Sonoma was hard to replace, she was joyful, trustworthy, obedient, and just about the most wonderful dog you could ever meet. Sonoma lived a peaceful but much too short, ten year old life. Right up until the end of her life she was one of the most healthiest dogs around, so when a tumor burst in her pancreas it took our family by utter surprise. By the time we got to the Animal hospital, which had the unmistakable scent of sterile hallways and stale air, it was unfortunately too late to save our precious Sonoma. Which left our whole family with what felt like massive stone rocks in the pits our stomachs. While our family was melancholy about Sonoma's death it was also bittersweet. It was bitter of course, because you never realize what you have until it's gone. The sweet part of Sonoma's passing was that this end of something, was also the beginning to a new puppy, a new puppies life, and a new friend.

My most memorable pet is my old dog hitch who died from bone cancer last year on my birthday. Lovable Hitch was a good dog If you were happy he was happy. When we noticed he had cancer, he could not walk on his one back leg. We were going to have surgery to remove the cancer but his body was not strong enough to go through the surgery so it was a matter of time till he died said the vet. A month later we were going to have Hitch put down because he was suffering. Hitches heart was still full of love and adrenaline like a very loved dog would but it was a real struggle for him to even move. (Hitch was a golden Doodle). But...

Dogs have always been a big part of my life since I've had two my grandmas has 2 and my uncles had one. My last dog Ziggy was a big part of my life, she was the sweetest dog ever and I feel she represents the love aspect of my family. Yes my family has its ups and downs, most families do, but we have such a strong love and bind that I feel was what Ziggy represented to me. So when thinking what animal to pick I knew a dog was the perfect choice and also a good way to remember Ziggy.

When his owners decided to move into another house, Ollie the pup was left behind in the cold along with the junk of his owners. This dog was saved when Terri Looby received a call about a lost dog. She was a volunteer in Detroit Animal Welfare Group (DAWG). The dog was practically living on the streets in the freezing winter of the American Midwest. Terri Looby knew that she must react fast about this case, because temperatures below zero were danger to Ollie’s life.

Throughout my childhood we have had many pets come and go. When I was young, we had a Beagle named Milo and a few cats. After Milo, we took up a Red Heeler and Jack Russell mixed dog we named Jackie and we also had about fifteen cats at the time, two rabbits, a chicken, and two ducks. Jackie had several litters of puppies during her time. I embrace numerous memories taking care of them. Now that she is gone, we have two cats and a Blue Heeler named

I can bet that all of us here have wrestled with death once or twice in our lives. We all know how hard it is to cope with the loss of something that we love. After, people say that they completely understand death and what it means. There are many times in my own life where I think that I have understood death. I was wrong. Sure, I have lost fish and grandparents, but the one that hurt me the most and made me truly understand is when I lost my dog.

When I was twenty-two years old, I answered an advertisement in the paper for free Labrador puppies. Driving up to the house, I saw all the little critters running around and having a ball of a time. I got into the pen with the pups, and finally decided on the shy runt who spent the majority of his time hiding under a board. I loved his personality and instantly

Among the saddest truths about this lifetime is this: A dog’s life is significantly shorter than a human’s life. I said goodbye to my beloved Miniature Schnauzer, Samson, on March 26th, 2017. He was ten years old. It is an opinion to say that losing a pet is like losing a member of the family. The fact is, though, it is an understatement. Dogs are unique in their own ways. As it is said, “Grief is the price you pay for love.” And I paid a heavy priced that day.

My first dog was named Toby, he was a very white, ball of fluff. He blended in with the shiny white crispy snow on December 25, 2006. My sisters and I were on our way home from my dad’s house when all of a sudden we pulled into my mom’s house. On Sunday, December 25, 2006, Toby was waiting at our house. We all got out of the car on that cold snowy day and walked on the slippery sidewalk. The snow was like a chilling carpet on the bottoms of our feet. My mom opened the door with a camera so my sisters and I knew something was up. A shocking step in the house and we saw a very fluffy dog, we were very excited. He was like a deer in headlights. There was a bunch of screaming and yelling going on at that moment between the three of us. We

Today i am going to tell you about my best pet that i ever had the thing is why i'm telling you this is because i think it would be a great idea to adopt a pet in your home. My best pet that i have ever was a chihuahua mixed mutt. His parents well his mom is a chihuahua and his dad was a mutt which means he is many kinds of dogs in his gens. My dog was born on March 3rd of 2014 and he was the runt of all of the puppies his mom had which were 3 boys and 1 girl, that's including my dog. When he was givin to me and my family he was taken way too early away from of his mother he was 4 weeks old. Also, when he was given to us he had a big scab on his head and he was just thrown in a laundry basket when the person brought him to us and so we kind of saved him from getting any more scabs from where he was at.

I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly

The dogs, mentioned in the text, have an encounter with death, each one in a different way. When Malte’s sister, Ingeborg, died, their dog perceived her to be there even after her death. He went to her, who was not there, who could not be there anymore. In that encounter with the ‘beyond,’ he could not have returned back. He collapsed there, reaching over to the other side. Once one crosses over to the other side, it is not possible to come back. The dogs at Ulsgaard encountered death through the old Chamberlain. Another dog that Malte mentions in the text, was his dog who died before his eyes. The dog grasped the fact that he was going to die, he could see it. He wanted Malte to stop ‘death’ from entering the door from where he saw it coming to take him. No one could have stopped it. It was already there, inside him: