Descriptive Essay About Losing A Pet

This took place last year, January 8th of 2016. On this day, my dog died. She had been having seizures, kidney failure, and all her organs were slowly beginning to lose all function. She was a boxer, and boxers normally have the life span on 9 to 10 years. She was 11, almost 12, so it was pretty rare for her breed. This was the dog that grew up with me and she was around my age. She had protected me my whole life, and she was the best dog I could’ve asked for. We eventually put her down after a few nights of seizures. She had been suffering more everyday. She was so skinny, you could see and count all of her ribs, she would hardly eat anything or drink. When she did get some food or water into her system, it would go right back out. It hurt

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.

Most importantly, this book is a great tool for parents and family members to have on hand after the death of a pet to help explain what has happened, especially in the case of euthanasia. This book would not be a good story-time book for children who have healthy pets or who have not experienced the death of a pet, as it could scare them about the future of their pets. Overall, this book would be effective bibliotherapy for parents and family members, as well as a good option for librarians to recommend to families who have recently experienced the loss of their

I remember having a kitten in a coma, she had no name, but she was a pretty black color with a little bit of white on her chest. I remember having two cats that ran away, Simba and Icy, I don’t know how old icy was, but simba was two to three years old. I miss those two cats, I wonder how simba is doing. I hope he’s well, I understand if he died, his name should’ve been Scar, that’s what my big sister, Amy said. I miss the cats that ran away. But it’s okay, I understand the good lord calls everyone home. Only if heaven wasn’t so far away, I would go visit my family and the kittens I lost. I’d go see my ancestors and my family members on my momma’s and my daddy’s sides. I’d see my pap-paw again. He died in 2006, right after hurricane Katrina, on the eighth of December, fourteen days before my birthday. I really miss him. If only he were still alive. I hear my family comes from royalty. I wonder if that’s true, they say we are royalty from England. I don’t know if that’s true. I loved my kittens

K.C’s death changed my viewing of the real world around me. K.C. is a Basset Hound who lives with the greatest human being of all time, Debbie. I occasionally walk across the street to pay Debbie and K.C. a visit. I also sometimes dog sat while Debbie ran errands. Debbie trusted me to take care of K.C. while she was away or for me to check on the other pet sitters. I knew every one of K.C’s medical needs, where her beds were, and even when something was bothering her.

A few years ago, our dog Tasha was diagnosed with cancer around the age of two. She was taken to the vet to treat what was thought to be a torn ACL but I returned home to find out she had a cancer called osteosarcoma. We did everything to make sure she would be okay. She was often taken to the CSU Animal Cancer Center for chemotherapy treatment and eventually to amputate her leg. After the surgery, we hoped that we had stopped the growth of the cancer. Unfortunately, this was not the case and we eventually had to put Tasha down before she could experience anymore pain. This was all before she was even three years old. This loss was hard for our house. It was quiet and there was a lack of that chaos we had learned to love. We struggled with

I have dealt with my animals passing away before and I understand the kind of care people want their animals' remains to be in. Dealing with a passing away of an animal is tough because they are our children too.

Everyone had wonderful things to say, but they all seemed empty, superficial. No one wanted to mention that we would never get to see him grow into the chubby toddler he could have been, or see his first steps. He would never get a first love, or a last. I felt my heart tighten in my chest as I looked upon him. My sister grabbed my hand then, and squeezed it. I felt my eyes water and threaten to flow over with tears. I promised myself I would not cry, that I would eventually see him again. I guess that is the error of humanity though, to only comprehend the immediate pain, if we ever do at

Over the summer, one of my dogs died. The other dog almost died as well. He always answered when I called for him to play until he had gotten sick. His name was Oscar. He certainly qualified for the best dog ever. Although it hurt, it was for the best.

Sadly, Jackie passed away a little over a year and a half ago and was one of the hardest losses I have gone through. I knew that her being thirteen her time was coming, but it was like counting down the days of losing your best friend. I think anyone who has lost a pet can vouch that you will always have you heart long to be with them or pet them one more time.

I’m sure that some of you are thinking,” Oh he is just sad about his dog”. Well you are right, but there is more than just that. My dog, Malea has been with me since I was in kindergarten. She was a gift to me for my promotion. Me, being as pathetic as I am, named her after a girl that I

Everyone at one point in their life experiences some sort of loss. Once you bring a pet into your home, they become part of the family. The unconditional love that you receive from them is the best thing ever. Like a child, you raise them, train them, and no matter what, they will always be a loyal, loving part of your family. So, the death of a pet, for some, can be a traumatic experience. You have so many feelings of loss and emptiness that is unexplainable unless you have gone through it

Most young children have at least a vague idea what death is—they might know its name, how it affects the adults in their life, that some of their favorite movie or book characters have experienced it—but when a child loses a pet they are confronted by mortality for what is often the first time.

I looked at my dog and made eye contact with his large brown eyes. Time seemed to slow down as I read his eyes like an open book. I still remember the look today, while I was laying on the couch next to him. It was the most terrifying sight I’ve ever seen. My dog, my best friend, and the only thing to trust me with everything calmly could show that he had accepted death. For me though he was still could wagging his tail for us. The night I saw this was October 22nd at 8:02 PM. This dog changed my entire perspective on life. He was a dog that could instantly make a room bloom as a flower would, but with joy. He loved life and those around him and that caused us to love him so much.

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