Personal Narrative: The Homeless Dog

It was a fiercely cold Christmas Eve night, somewhere around twenty degrees and from watching the weather it was likely to only get colder as the night progressed.
Looking out the front window, the ground was covered in powdery white snow, sparkling, like it had glitter in it. I took in the brilliant sight right in front of me, it was, for lack of a better description, magical. Even the road that had not yet been driven on was covered in a perfect blanket of snow, but something else caught my eye. From where I was standing, it looked like nothing more than a blob of color, but against the world of white in front of me, it initiated my curiosity.
I then, stopped myself in front of a small dog lying still in the middle of the road, motionless, standing out amongst the deep bright white snow. Little did I know that the puppy that was on the near brink of death, would be my best friend in years to come. ***
The air was cold, but with the strong wind that we are so used to in Ohio, it wasn’t that unbearable. As I grew closer and closer to this spot of color, it became
From the looks of her, we were not sure if she would make a full recovery or not looking at the condition she was in. You could easily tell right off the bat, the doctor was not completely sure about this dog yet from just looking at her. She was utterly amazed at how this dog, given her circumstances, would still be alive. Sitting in the waiting room with my mother, one minute felt as if it was five minutes, waiting for the doctor to come back. Finally, she had come back out and asked to speak to just my mother privately. My heart started racing. Every possible worst case scenario that could happen, ran through my mind. Maybe if I would have noticed her outside earlier than I did, she would be in a better condition. Maybe if I would have done something different, she would still be