Reflective essay about how sad it is to lose a pet.

REFLECTIVE ESSAY ABOUT HOW SAD IT IS TO LOSE A PET

Reflective essay about how sad it is to lose a pet

From my mother 's tales , since I was very little , I always wanted a dog My parents refused for a while reasoning that a dog needs company and I was too little to take a responsibility . I kept begging with no avail Little children have very strong intention , in fact so strong that they tend to create their own reality , meaning to manifest their desires into their own universe . And so

it was in my case

One Sunday morning , my mother opened the front door to go shopping . I was following her with the intention to accompany her to the store . I was the first one to see her . She was very little and shaking . The first impression that I remembered was compassion : strong emotion that this little puppy needed my protection and my help . My mother was in a minute shock , clearly not knowing what to do . I did not hesitate and at my tender age of four I made a strong decision to act : to help this little puppy that obviously was abandoned and left to die . Putting my best begging ' to forth I pleaded my mom to feed it . At last , se consented and for a while this little and beautiful puppy was mine

I remembered that day I stayed home feeding the puppy with the milk my mom found in refrigerator . I was stroking its black fur and was watching in delight how it was lacking milk out of the bowl . My mother came home from shopping and for a little while was standing there watching me making the puppy feel comfortable . I think that her seeing that love I had , that tender attention , and that fuss around it made her mind up She made a weak attempt to find the owner , which did not extend more but to make a dozen of fliers and to hang them up in our neighborhood No one came to claim it and I knew then the puppy was mine

That day I named it . Her name was Moxie . As I was growing up so Moxie did . In a year , as I remember , Moxie was already a good size . This is when my little brother tied to climb on Moxie like he would do so on the horse . Even at five , I knew that Moxie was not comfortable but she never gave neither my brother nor me a sign that she was angry or disd She bravely would withstand our little exploitations still licking up on the face and wiggling her tail

Moxie was our constant companion . It would not matter where we would go , she would try to follow us . The only separation was the times when we had to go to school . Even then , she would see us to the porch and sticking her head out the window would sadly follow us with her eyes producing...