It was a bright sunny day outside the afternoon of my sophomore year of high school. I was walking from school to my house. sitting outside was my cousin and mother. Finally, I stepped foot onto my property with a greeting of my soon to be furry, brown friend, Dollie. I said to my cousin, “nice dog you got there!” He replied, “she’s not my dog buddy, she’s yours! I felt so happy and I started to pet my new companion as he left. I’ve been wanting a dog for a long time, but not just any dog, a waterfowl hunting dog. Dollie was a seven-year old brown lab who loved to hunt like I did. From that day on Dollie and I trained almost every day practicing for the next upcoming waterfowl season. Dollie and I had a great bond going as a year past. I noticed over the year she had more energy than I’ve ever seen in such an old dog and it made me smile to see her happy. Every day of my sophomore year I’d walk home from school and when I got there. Dollie was always right there in the backyard, waiting for me at the front gate to come home, she was loyal to me. I had a gas guzzling truck to feed and truck insurance to pay, so I had to get a job. …show more content…
I know she hated me not playing with her, but kept on with my daily life. My senior year came along, I was getting older and so was Dollie. She became ill in October of 2016. She got so ill she couldn’t even stand anymore; I knew then my furry friend’s time was about to come to an end. I felt so bad for her and so did my mom and step dad. One evening he and I started to dig a grave for Dollie as she watched. I cried with every single time the end of the shovel hit the ground. My father and I loaded up my dog and was off to put her out of her pain and