About three years ago, when I was in third grade, I remember coming home from school one day and my dad telling me and my sister to take a seat in my living room. I wasn't worried. I had no idea what was coming. Once my mom came in he said "Mattise died today."
I was shocked and sad. Mattise was the dog we had from even before I was born. I held my tears in for as long as I could but soon enough I was crying. I was so sad; it was the first death of anything I'd ever experienced. I didn't go to school the next day. I should've seen it coming. Mattise was blind in one eye and death in both ears, and it was possible that she had cancer.
Months past and we were dog-less. We finally decided it was time for a new dog. We found one at the Humane Society. His name was Whisky. I remember getting annoyed (in a good way) because he kept coming in my room and pacing while I tried to sleep.
The next day, my mom was picking me up from school. "I want to go home and play with Whisky" I said. She just nodded and we left. In the car she said that Whisky had gone back to the Humane Society because he was bothering her allergies a lot. I understood but was still super sad.
More weeks past. We went back to the Humane Society to check out a beagle only to find out that there was missing information on the website and he was not good with children. I was so depressed.
One day we were going skating with my friend but my mom wanted to stop by the Humane Society first to look at another dog. They told us he wasn't up for adoption or something but my mom explained he was on the website. His name was Studley, but we changed it to Dudley and he was our new dog. The sadness was over, or so I thought.
It wasn't quite over yet. The summer after I was done with fourth grade we looked into a new dog, from a new rescue place. His name was Alistair. He was our second dog! He was abused in his old home so he was very shy around new people. We got him; he was so shy and cute.
Later on we were having supper and my dad said he had to go back. "Why?" I asked. He said it was because he bit the groomer. "I'm not hungry anymore." I said and went to my room and cried. I tried and tried to convince them to let him stay. One night my dad said that maybe he could stay but we'd all have to pitch in to help him. My mom was still a bit unsure but he ended up staying. I was overjoyed. The sadness was over . . . for now.
I still have Dudley and Alistair to this day and let me tell you, they are the strangest and naughtiest dogs ever. But I love them to death.
