I’ve had a fair amount of pets throughout my life. I’m going to tell you about one on particular, my dog Shelby.
My brother brought her home from his friend’s house, his friend’s dog just had puppies and he decided to keep one. We were all really excited of course. My parents said we could keep her as long as took care of her. We all agreed and we were all ecstatic.
Shelby was a very hyper dog; she would always be playing fetch and would never let you sleep. We would take turns playing and taking her for walks. My youngest sister and I particularly took the lead in taking care of her. So naturally Shelby got closer to us than anyone else.
One day she just wasn’t active, she wasn’t eating, she just wasn’t herself. We thought it was nothing serious. The next day she started throwing up. We were just kids and we thought she would get better herself.
Things only got worse.
I remember that day, at this point she could barely walk, we would have to hand feed her, and she threw it all up most of the time.
It was about noon and my sister and I were out there with the dog petting her as she just lay without moving. At about 12:15 Shelby took her last big breath and finally passed away.
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