Personal Narrative: We Never Go On Car Rides

What are we doing? We never go on car rides; I am so excited. I wonder where we are going, they never tell me anything when I ask. I can yell and yell but they just don’t understand. I don’t think I have been this excited in 15 years of living, well maybe besides what we did yesterday. Yesterday we went swimming, walking, and I even got a huge stake to eat. I got to do so many things that I never got to do before. It’s funny how they know when I am feeling bad and just take me out and have the time of my life. I can’t wait to see what we do tomorrow! Lately I have been noticing how sad they have been, I try to understand, but I find it hard too. They are so different from me, but they treat me like one of the family. They tell me how good I am and how they love me, I love
Today they seem sadder than usual, I can’t do anything to cheer them up; they keep hugging me and crying, it make me feel like I can’t do anything for them anymore. When I was younger I could cheer them up in a second, but now I can barely run by there side. This really limits what we can do together today, no parks, runs , or frisbee throwing of any sorts. Even with the medicine they have been giving me doesn’t work anymore. I hope today will get better for all members of my family. I think it will definitely get better now that we are going for a car ride; they still look so sad, this makes me feel anxious, where are we going? They stop the car and carry me in a building I have never been in before. I see more people they are in white, and look scary to me; but it’s fine, if my family is okay I will be okay. The lady shows us into a room where the put me on a table, my family stays and pets me and tells me that they love me; I love them too and I show it the way I always have. They are leaving, why? The scary lady closes the door, goes up to the counter and gets