Personal Narrative Essay On Owning A Dog

One of the best days of my life,was when I was seven years old and I walk through the front door and notice a small brown little puppy with big droopy ears sound asleep in a little basket. I grew ecstatic each second that went by,but was also very nervous since this was the first time ever owning a dog. I still remember till this day how my brothers and I would argue, on what we were going to name our little pup. Our little beagle was light brown all over,except all four of his paws were white. My brothers and I, finally came to an agreement on a name, which was Rocko. My Dad was the one who brought the little ball of energy home. But my mother,was very hestitant since my brothers and I were still very young. She knew that owning a dog was going to be a very big responsibility. I quickly,became attached to Rocko making
It took us a few weeks to get settled into our new home, Rocko loved the new huge yard. Rocko,started to bump into items in the yard but we didn't think much of it. One day I was trying to feed him a dog treat and he couldn't see that it was in my hand, it was hard to take in that my dog was losing his sight. Eventually, he lost all of his sight and couldn't see what he was doing or where he was going. Rocko himself was aware of his loss of sight so what helped him get around the house and yard was that he remembered the layout of our furniture, so he had his own route from point A to point B when he would get out of bed. A week, before my birthday last year Rocko won't up and he began bleeding again and his body was shaking. It was his time to go, our family made the decision to put him down. The day,our family put him down was one of the hardest days of my life. I think back now on all the good times and memories we had with Rocko and his presence was truly a blessing. Even after his passing,Rocko gives me a whole new look on