Whether it has to do with the creation of everlasting memories, or their presence being powerful enough to inspire a warm sensation in our heart, everyone thinks of a special one when the word love is mentioned. Many may imagine a human when thinking of a friendship or shared love throughout a lifetime. Others may smile at the idea of their furry one jumping at their feet or having a moment of spontaneous hyperactivity. This is the case for myself.
I recall being only a toddler when a fuzzy ball of fur ran sporadically around my living room yapping at what seemed to be every particle of dust that inhabited the space. As a confused youngster, the screeching sound sounded like a jump scare at a movie theater which inspired distress in me despite realizing how tiny and cute my new friend was. This could have been due to me recalling his mother that was one bark away from bursting my ears as we’d taken her son. A couple of days passed before I truly felt comfortable around my new companion. Tiger was his name. A black Labrador with chocolate eyes usually munching anything in sight to be exact. My dog was surprisingly keen when it came to food. Dogs have an incredible sense of smell; they could basically smell their favorite treat even if it was hidden in the largest vault halfway across the Earth. Basically, Tiger always had a way of finding food as he curiously looked around for his next snack like a detective and somehow opened doors that prevented him from finding his glorious treasure! Here’s the catch: this such expertise seemed to only be activated by food. My fuzzy friend’s brain most definitely took a nap when the glorious smell of a potential meal was absent. In fact, it seemed as though Tiger actually became the puppy he once was when he first sprinted through the hallway for the first time when his treasure quests took a pause.
As I spent more time with my fuzzy friend and had the pleasure of dealing with his great quests, I grew more and more attached to his nonsense and truly considered him a best friend. The same feeling seemed to be reciprocated as Tiger jumped up and basically hit the ceiling with his head every time he’d tackle me and smother me in dog saliva after I returned from whatever my quest was for the day.
“I wasn’t worried as I already knew his heart was filled with love and he regretted what he had done”
A year and a lot of destruction resulting from my dog’s famous adventures later, I found myself going through my usual routine almost systematically. My dog, being as spontaneous and ecstatic as he always was, did just the opposite. My dad had always warned me about being careful when it comes to my friend, he does have teeth and could sometimes turn playing into attacking quickly. I always chose to ignore this message as my best friend would never do anything to hurt me, in fact he would protect me from any harm. The same day, my dog was fed as usual and the treasure to his quest was handed to him without cost. His tail wagging basically hypersonically hit everything around him as he swallowed down dinner. Seeing him in such a playful mood, I approached him and gave him some of my own taps of love. In a half second, my best friend spun 180 degrees and chewed half way through my hand. Blood rushed out of my palm and created a trail behind me like footsteps as I cried frantically for help. Maybe Tiger wasn’t so playful after all.
Long story short, I survived with a bandage and a waterfall of tears later. My buddy was overly excited at the moment but had returned to being his normal self, or so I thought. Shortly after the accident, my dad explained how my little friend might have a bug in his heart. I wasn’t worried as I already knew his heart was filled with love and he regretted what he had done. Unfortunately, Tiger died of a heart disease the following week.
I was frankly devastated. My best friend had been taken away from me in what seemed like a flash. How could such a compassionate and good-hearted dog leave so quickly. Without even saying goodbye, I had to endure pain a thousand times greater than the accident.
Today, I look back on the incident and realize how gullible I may have been. I was honestly careless in my actions and may have been the reason for the loss of my fuzzy friend. Parents will always care for their children more than anything and protect them at all costs. Tiger’s mom would do everything possible to keep her son away from danger as she violently attacked the workers when we took her son. Well, I realize my parents, though completely different to dogs, may have the same reasoning. I guess my best friend is alive after all.
I think I made use of good vocabulary throughout the essay and set up metaphors fairly well but it definitely needs work on structure and some ideas are a bit too long and should be more concise. I still like it as it is an emotional piece.