The Day That I Lost My Best Friend
I got Tiger when I was about
9 years old. I remember begging my parents for a dog
almost everyday. They finally gave in and we started
looking around for the perfect one. I wanted a small
dog, it didn't matter what breed (besides, I didn't
even know what a breed was back then). After looking
for a month, we found the one. Tiger was a small
Chihuaha/Terrier mix with white fur and a very curly
tail. What was funny about him was that when he close his
mouth his bottom teeth would stick out. It was the
cutest thing. He was 9 months old when we brought
him home. I adored him! He was very protective of
me and my brother and would bark at anyone that
came near us unless he sniffed them first. I guess
he was making sure they were safe. The problem
with him was that he loved to get out of the
backyard and walk through the whole neighborhood.
Sometimes, I would wake up to find him on our
front porch so I could let him in again. We
tried everything to keep in the backyard but
he would make holes under the fences or break
some of the boards off. He didn't like being
in a leash and I could understand why. The
lady that we got him from always kept him on a
leash because she lived in a trailer park.
Anyways, he was still a good dog and I was happy
with him. We always played together. I would
scratch his floppy ears and he would love it.
And if I was crying, he would put his head on
my lap so I could pet him. That always made
me feel better. We went through everything
together. I thought that I would always have
him until he dies of old age but little did
I know that I would lose him sooner. I was
15 years old and a sophomore in high school
when a came home to find my little brother
crying uncontrollably. I tried to calm him
down because he was scaring me. He finally
told me that Animal Control had called and
told him that they found Tiger on the road.
He had been run over while he was crossing it.
At that moment, I didn't want to believe him.
I ran to the backyard and expected Tiger to
greet me at the back door like he always had.
But he never came. I ran through the yard
calling him and I came upon a new hole, that
he used to get out of the backyard. I spent
the rest of the day in my room. I was in denial,
I guess. I didn't cry at all, maybe because I
was hoping I would see him on the front porch
tomorrow morning. The next morning I woke up
and ran to the front porch. When I opened the
door and didn't see him there, I just lost it.
I fell to my knees crying. I was so angry at
Tiger for doing this to me. I thought we were
going to grow up together and now he has gone
and left me without saying goodbye. It took me
a long time to get over it. I was depressed for
awhile. Sometimes, and I would be walking home
from school and I would hear him barking but
when I would look, it was just a different dog,
not Tiger.After four years, I still miss him
terribly. I talk about him a lot. Anybody that's
close to me, knows about Tiger. He was my best
friend and I know he's waiting for me, so we can
be together again.
By: Cindy
By: Cindy