Personal Narrative: Copper's Dying

“Wh-what’s wrong?” I asked my mom as she woke me up. “Copper’s dying,” she said. Copper, my dog that I had had since I was borne, was dying. I couldn’t believe my ears. I ran up to my living room and saw Copper lying on the floor. He was a thirteen year old dog and that was a very good age for a dog to die at. I ran up to him and lay there beside him until my dad had to take him to the vet to get put down.
Later on my mom told me that his heart was failing him, he had gone outside at around eleven the night before and had laid down. he couldn’t get back up after that. They had gone to the vet multiple times that night. Copper had been one of my best friends for as long as I could remember and it was devastating to let him go.
I missed a hour or so of class that morning but I didn’t care, all I cared about was Copper dying. I am afraid one of my pets will die in there sleep as Copper did that terrible day, which to me was one of the worst parts of
With independence I would lay in my bed most nights thinking about happy or scientific things that would take my mind off Coppers death. It ended up working well and I still use it to this day. With relationships I would talk to my mom and dad about the adversity in my life and we would come up with a solutions together, and if we didn’t, it would just be nice getting it out.
I learned that I like any other living being, am afraid of death., but using the life skill Independence I figured out that death is apart of life and without it, we wouldn’t be the same. I also learned that I am not afraid of death as I used to be, I accept that it is apart of life.
I, to this day, because of Copper’s death, spend some time with my pets before going on a trip or even before bed. I am worried that they will die while I am away or asleep, especially my cat, he is thirteen, so I make every moment with them a memorable