Slip Away

By Emma

Do you have a dog? Well, if you do, you know the emotional attachment to them. If they were to die this very second, what would you miss most about them? Would it be they way they wagged their tail so hard when they saw you that it looked like it would fly off? Or would it be the way they would go insane when you got home, pulled up in a car, touched their leash, poured them their dog food, gave them a look or said their name?

My dog was like that. She would do all of that and more. She would never leave my side when she felt that I felt the least bit sad or scared. But as I stood there, by the vets table, I was thinking of what had happened that day, and how much I wish I had spent the day with her, instead of at the pool.  

It was a Friday, and as I walked in the door and as always, my dog was waiting by the door.I walked in, and petted my knee-high black, very old friend. Since I was so tired I grabbed a snack and slipped into my room to relax. Little did I know what was going to happen that night.

Five minutes later, my mom stuck her head in the door and asked, "Em, do know what happened to Dolly, she seems like she hit her paw or something?" So I got up and walked unsteadily towards my unreplacable companion. I saw her, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and just as my mom had said, she was limping. So I sat down next to her and inspected her paw. I got up, and, my dad and I told my mom that it was nothing to be worried about, it was just something that she had bumped. Or so I thought.  

Ten minutes later I heard a YELP!! I rushed out of my room, being oblivious to everything around me. I ran towards the living room. In that room I saw her through my now tearful eyes. My dog was hurt, she was hurt real bad. She was unsteady. She was walking around in circles with her teeth chattering, I saw the look in her eyes, I never remembered seeing that look before. It scared me. It was then that I became fearful for my dogÃs life.

Then my mom broke my thought by murmering, , " IÃll call the vet."

When we got to the vet, Dolly had totally lost al of her senses. The vet told us she was having a stroke. After telling me to go out in the waiting room with my mom, my dad talked to the vet. After a few minutes it happened. PLUNK!!!

My heart stopped, when heard my dad break out in tears, so as quick as my legs would carry me, I was at the door. I opened the door.   A bitter feeling hit me. When the door opened to itÃs full extent, I felt like someone had just kicked me in the gut. My dog was lying almost lifeless on the table. I stumbled over to the table. Then I watched her slip away into an unwakable sleep.

Later we were preparing to leave tear-soaked and dogless. As my dad went to pay the vet for his services, I pet my dog on the nose, like I did every morning to wake her up, but this time it didnÃt work.