She was only three months old when she had to go. Marshmallow, a once vibrant young golden retriever, happened to retrieve another malady. Barely recovering from mange, Marshmallow laid lifeless one summer afternoon on the side of my house. Her body was covered in patches of hairless scaly skin and reeked of parvo. With every deep breath she took, lead her closer to her last. It was then where my grandfather handed me a shovel and a 22 Semiautomatic Rifle stating, “it’s time.” I have never heard the word euthanasia before, but today my friend, Ashton, made the definition abundantly clear. We were sitting in front of the ASU Starbucks, drinking coffee and talking when she said, “What do you think about euthanasia?” It took me back to the day on the reservation I had to “put down” my first puppy. …show more content…
I couldn’t do it. He started to yell even louder. Then suddenly there was a loud sound. The birds dispersed from the trees and before I knew it, I was on my knees crying over a lifeless corpse of what was once my beloved puppy. A few month earlier my dog caught the infectious virus called mange which was going around the whole village and killing dogs, but we were able to catch it in time. It was almost fully recovered, until one day I found my puppy laying motionless on the side of my house gasping for air and regurgitating green liquids. We took it to the veterinarian , but she informed us it was too late. I was only 11 years old at the time , but it was then where I got my first taste of what it means to live.
I ,a 18 year old college freshmen, still have yet to discover the meaning of life. But the firing of a 22 semiautomatic rifle, which echoes the memories of my childhood, tells me death is a concept I have come to know pretty well. Evidently I was god, deciding if one life should cease to