Personal Narrative: Bo My Dog
No more click of his paws against the hardwood floor. Or the sound of his bellowing bark and pounding of his paws whenever someone rang the doorbell. Now whenever someone knocks on the door I wait, I wait for him to pounce toward the door and then I realize no, there won't be anymore of that, because he's gone. I can still remember the day it ended. The sun barely peaked through the clouds as if it were shielding itself from what was about to happen. We knew this was going to happen for a couple months now. I was sitting next to Bo, my dog. The vet was holding the syringe ready to start. Who knew something so small could have the power to end someone's life so quickly. We knew that we had to let him go. After all he had been suffering, it