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Rated: E · Other · Drama · #1826303
A memoir I'm doing for school.
I knew it was coming, but still, it did nothing to prepare me. I can not remember the date. I tend to suppress bad memories. This way I can pretend that nothing is wrong. I can convince myself of this, so that I have the energy to move on. You are probably wondering why I am telling you this? It has been three to four years, and I live with the sorrow of losing my pit bull, named Theo.



The next day was a Saturday, my dad took me, my older brother, and Theo to the vet. There was another dog there, a golden retriever. She had arthritis in her back legs and was being put down as well. I could relate to that all too well.

The vet called us back, and told us there would be no pain. She would go to sleep and simply not wake up. He told us to hold her still. He picked up he scruff, at her neck, stuck the needle in her neck,injected, and swiftly pulled it out. The next second I knew why he had been so quick. She collasped, and that is when the tears came.

Mom and Dad had sat us down and explained things the night before. My heart had broke then... Today my heart splintered into a billian different pieces, it had died. I cried nonstop, it took 30 minutes to get home. It was after noon when we got home. I stopped crying and just locked myself up, like a turtle goes into its shell.



A week later as I lie in bed crying for the uptenth time, my mom came in to check on me.

"What's wrong Boo?" She asked, using my baby nickname.

"I'm just sad that Theo won't come back," I manage to choke out through the lump in my throat.

"Oh, Honey," Mom came over and hugged me. "She will always be with us, guarding us." She thought it over a bit. "I just hope she bites your brother. Maybe then he'll do his work." I gave a weak laugh at that.

"Promise?" I asked hope dawning inside me.

"Promise." Mom said definently

I smiled and when I finally feel asleep, it was with tears of joy rather than sorrow.

I still felt sorrow for the losst friend, but mixed in wihtit was also the satisfication of knowing that Theoandrea Nicole Goodson will always be by me side. Who knows? Maybe she was gorging herself on Pig Ears at this very moment.
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