Personal Narrative: A Dog's Life

I still remember his deep brown eyes that day, almost as if his soul was shining through them. They screamed innocence and confusion as we walked through the doors of the veterinarian's office. He was so ignorant of his own fate, yet he still shook like he uniformly did just as if he was only going in for an annual check up. I was stuck deep in the paradox of wanting him to be set free from all his pain, but selfishly, I wanted him to stay. I yearned for the dog that he once was, but he was too far gone. His heart said yes but his legs and body consistently said no and he suffered everyday in the meanwhile because of it. We walked down a long hallway only to linger in an empty room for what felt like hours. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to be with Mozart, my dog, for as long as he had left, but the minutes felt pressured, like I had to make the most of every single one of them. This was the moment when Mozart knew
That saying that a dog knows when their owner is upset was proven that day. I could tell he was shaking more than he usually did, I could tell that he knew that something was different, that something was wrong. I ventured to