When My Pet Puppy Died-by Melissa
Melissa (a sweet granddaughter who is 8 years old)
It was one little puppy I really liked. He was my favorite and his name was Peter. He got a sickness where he could not see, eat or go to the bathroom. So we took him to the vet and she said he was going to die, just like Patches, his brother had done.
We were all sad and crying and the vet said just love it till it died. My mom was watching a movie while holding Peter in her lap on Mother’s Day. She fell asleep just rubbing his back and when she woke up he was dead.
Then we decided it that we would bury him in a box that she had gotten her mother’s day gift in. We all decided it was just the right size for his coffin. We wrote his name on it and Amanda, my big sister, put him gently in the box.
We dug a hole outside and put the box inside and put a stick with his name on it. We were going to hold a ceremony, which is what we usually do when an animal dies, but Amanda got a phone call while looking for a song, so we just said a little prayer and that was that.
On Memorial Day, we made a bouquet of flowers and took it out to his grave. Can you believe it, he died on Mother’s Day and we finally got around to having the ceremony on Memorial Day!
I think when a child loses a pet, the whole family should be sad with them. I liked it that I did not have to be sad alone.
Melissa (a sweet granddaughter who is 8 years old)
It was one little puppy I really liked. He was my favorite and his name was Peter. He got a sickness where he could not see, eat or go to the bathroom. So we took him to the vet and she said he was going to die, just like Patches, his brother had done.
We were all sad and crying and the vet said just love it till it died. My mom was watching a movie while holding Peter in her lap on Mother’s Day. She fell asleep just rubbing his back and when she woke up he was dead.
Then we decided it that we would bury him in a box that she had gotten her mother’s day gift in. We all decided it was just the right size for his coffin. We wrote his name on it and Amanda, my big sister, put him gently in the box.
We dug a hole outside and put the box inside and put a stick with his name on it. We were going to hold a ceremony, which is what we usually do when an animal dies, but Amanda got a phone call while looking for a song, so we just said a little prayer and that was that.
On Memorial Day, we made a bouquet of flowers and took it out to his grave. Can you believe it, he died on Mother’s Day and we finally got around to having the ceremony on Memorial Day!
I think when a child loses a pet, the whole family should be sad with them. I liked it that I did not have to be sad alone.
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