"Good-Bye: Memoir"

When you love something or someone, it's always hard to say good bye. I love you and miss you Tasha! :(

"Good-Bye: Memoir" 

“When you love someone or something, it’s always hard to say good-bye.” (~Unknown~)

            It was a cold, windy, cloudy day on January 28^th of 2011, a Friday after school. It was cloudy, it didn’t look like snow clouds, it looked as if it would rain, the gray drowsy clouds just stood their in the sky. The ground was white, the pure icy cold snow sat on the ground. Fridays are the day you’re happy, because the next day you get to sleep in and no school, but I’m not happy. This was just a weekend full of tears.

            As I walk in the front, look around the living room and see green, green plaid sleeping bags piled on one another, you can’t even see her tan dirty carpet anymore, only a small portion of it. Then I spot Tasha, lying on the sleeping bags in the living room. Tasha is a twelve year old German shepherd and Rottweiler dog. Those cute, chocolate, brown eyes that I always fell for when she did that adorable puppy face. She mostly had black fur, from her tail to the top of her head. Her face stuck out with her mouth and black nose, her face was light brown, like a German shepherd. Her four legs were light brown too, with her black nails, which I painted a couple times; she didn’t really like it.  She was about medium size dog, about the size of a Rottweiler. She had those curvy black ears like a Rottweiler. But now her eyes weren’t as they used to be, they were lighter and gloomy, her eyes were like brown sugar now. It hurt me to see her like this, I know she was hurt.

            Now my wish was soon to come true, she’ll be out of her pain and misery soon. I wanted to cry, I could feel the tears wanting to come out but I would stay strong.

            “I love you, Tasha,” I say softly as I hug around her small neck, avoiding touching her hips.

 

Ten Days Earlier

 

Coming into my home as I see Tasha leaning against our rocking chair, and I smile. She didn’t come up to the front door like she usually would, but I guessed it was because she was too lazy to.

“Hi Tasha!” I exclaimed. I throw down my backpack and fall to the ground as I pet my dog on her head, stomach, body, and everywhere. I rub her hips.

            That’s when I hear a whimper of help from her, or was it whine. I didn’t really know at the time but I could feel something was very wrong about this.

 

Five Days Later

 

Today was my twelfth birthday, January 23^rd. It was a day to celebrate, have fun, and all other fun stuff. I remember the things I have gotten. I got like three snow globes, I loved to collect snow globes, it was a thing I did. I got a few book of what I wanted, and I got a few other things that I loved and wanted. 

            But I felt at this was my last birthday with my dog, Tasha. She had bad hips, we’ve got new food so her food could digest better, and we had to giver her medicine which she hated. We hid it in her food, so she would have it without knowing it. There was a surgery for her, but it isn’t 100% it will work, but we didn’t have the money for it either. Or we could let her live in pain and hope it goes away. Or we can put her to sleep. That was the option we were avoiding right now. But Tasha kept trying to get up; she still needed support for her hips so she could walk, so we held her hips as she walked and went to the bathroom. Tasha really was trying to get better.

            As soon as the cake came out with the twelve candles on top, and it was time to wish. I knew what I was going to wish for. I wish Tasha would be out of her pain.

            My wish did come true.

 

Five Days Later

 

Now Tasha laid there in pain. She was done, ready to be gone. She wouldn’t got outside, go bathroom, get up, or even eat, or do anything. This was her saying; it’s time for me to go. All my poor dog did was lie there as I have seen her struggle, kept on trying, but she gave in, and I knew it was time for her to go I just don’t want it to happen.

            Now thinking, I knew she was going to be gone, and not here the next day. She would be just gone, like she never existed but I was wrong. She would never be back after tonight, but I know I will see her one day. Plus, this was God’s plan for her.

            Soon everyone was here, my family, my parents, my sister Brittany, and my brother Mark, plus our family friends; they were the first owners of Tasha. Our family friends, they were happily married couple named Jennifer and Kerry with their oldest son, Conner, and their youngest daughter, Morgan. They understood it was time for her to go. We all dreaded this day.

            Conner had red puffy eyes; pools of water were flooding out of his eyes but like drops of petals.  I wanted to cry but I hatred crying in front of people and I needed to stay strong for Morgan who was not crying. She did not really know Tasha; she was only a baby when she lived with Tasha. But I played with Morgan with the Bratz we owned. I watched Conner as he cried, wanting to comfort but I didn’t not how but for right now I knew everything would be okay.

            That night my wish did come true.

            Tasha was the best dog anyone could ever had she was a good girl and dog that will never be forgotten and loved.

            January 28^th, 2011, R.I.P Tasha, we love you. 

Author's Note

Sorry if there is grammar problems, ignore them please or just tell me where they are and I will fix it. Please tell me what you think.