Why Is A Dog A Man's Best Friend Essay

A Dog is a Man’s Best Friend
I believe that a dog is a man’s best friend. I have grown up with animals all my life, but my dogs have had the biggest impact on my life. All the dogs I’ve had have been special and different in their own way. Losing a dog is always the hardest part of owning a pet, but getting a new one is just as hard. The dogs that I have had the strongest bond with are my dogs Rocky and Rubie, but now just Rocky. Rocky is a black labrador retriever, who is nine years old. Along with Rocky we had his sister Rubie, and my uncle’s family had two of their brothers, Cliff and Norm, but now just Norm. It has been fun watching our dogs grow up and be able to stay together since they are siblings.
Around Christmas of freshman year Rubie got really sick. She wouldn’t eat so we made her rice and chicken hoping she would eat it, but anytime she ate she would throw up. Rubie was barely able to walk so we’d have to carry her outside so she could use the bathroom. If she did walk she would hop on three legs and collapse after awhile of hopping. When we took her to the vet they gave us some medication to give her. At first it was hard to give it to her cause she wasn’t eating, but once she took it she was back to normal. So we figured she was all better, but were we wrong. About 5 months later it happened again but this time worse, Rubie would lay on her bed while her whole body shakes and she would be panting at the same time. Since for the most part, this was the same thing that happened earlier. So we figured we’ll give her the same medication and she’ll be fine, but that wasn’t the case. We took Rubie back to the vet where they put fluids into her because she was nostalgic and wouldn’t eat or drink anything. While this second round of sickness was happening our family took turns sleeping with her so we could carry her outside to use the bathroom. It was May 13th and my parents and I were in the living room with her and it was around 11 pm. My dad said he would stay with her tonight and that I needed to sleep because I hadn’t been getting a lot. I hesitated going to bed not knowing if I would see her when I woke up, but my mom and I went up to my room and fell asleep. At 3 in the morning I wake up hearing crying in my room, it was my dad saying that she was gone. I remember being so upset with myself for not staying up those four extra hours to be with her. The last month and a half of school was really hard waking up and not having Rubie on my bed next to me, and walking downstairs to a depressed Rocky. Rocky would barely come in my room anymore and would never come up on my bed, because he knew