Personal Narrative: Bellz And Her Boxer Dog

CI had a female boxer dog. She was about 6 and a half years old when she died of cancer. She was very playful and nice to everyone. She never bit anyone, but she was also very protective of all the family members when it came to it. Barking at everything wasn't really her thing unless something really bothered her or if she had a bad feeling about someone or something. My passed dog Bellz, began to act unusual. She would not be able to wait to be taken out to use the bathroom and she began to get extra lazy. Bellz was friendly so whenever someone opened the front door she would run to greet them but once she began to get sick, that all stopped. She would just lay in the same spot either in the living room or in my dads room and put no effort into getting up for anything other then the bathroom and food once in a while. Out of nowhere, she started to get very skinny, where you could see all her bones. The next day, she looked full from her stomach only but you could still see her bones they way you could see them in a cow. My dad was unable to take her to the vet because of work, so my grandpa took her while
Once I got out of school, my mom picked my siblings and I up to go eat. On our way to the restaurant my mom began to explain to us that Bellz had cancer and it had spread through her whole body. Making it incurable. I could feel a knot form in my throat but I was able to keep the tears back because I knew that she was in pain and suffering and she wasn't herself. I also kept thinking about how much better it'd be for her to not go through it any longer. When we arrived at the restaurant, which happened to be one of my favorites, but I just wasn't in the mood to eat anymore. I ordered food anyway, just so I could eat at least a little. We sat at the table waiting for our food when my little brother