Losing Tessy
On August ,9th 2001 my parents brought home a black lab puppy named Tessy, so my dad could “practice” for parenthood. Exactly a year later on August 9th 2002 I was born. From the stories my parents have told me about the times I was too young to remember, me and Tessy were the best of friends. An odd pair, a baby and a nearly 100 pound labrador retriever. At every chance she was by my side doing her canine best to keep me safe and protected. A sweet dog she was, never barked or made a fuss. I may be a bit biased but I think she was the best dog ever. Growing up I never spent a day without her, every morning I would go outside to bring her her food and water, and was greeted by her friendly eyes and wagging tail. After giving her a few pets and giving her the bowl I would pick up my backpack, that was almost bigger than me, and be on my way to school. When I
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It was worse than before this time. She was sick and couldn’t hide it. We made the crushing phone call once again, the appointment was rebooked. I continued to sob to her each night, until late hours in the night. This time she had no miraculous revival, she stayed in the same grievous state. I began bringing her into the basement family room each evening on an old blanket. I sat beside her for hours, neglecting my homework and chores but my parents let it slide. I couldn't fathom the thought that she would be gone. The companion i’ve had by my side for the last 12 years, never a day without each other. Seeing her unwell and in pain hurt me just as much as it hurt her, as much as I didn’t want to be gone I knew it had to be done. It was what was best for her. January 20th, 2015 would be the last time I saw my precious dog. I arrived home from school with my mom, my dad arrived home slightly later. The second I walked in the door I immediately went to see Tessy. I don’t think I have ever cried more, or cried harder than I did that