The last days with my best friend

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a memoir i wrote in 6th grade, means alot to me...


My Last Days with My Best Friend


“Bark, Bark”! Morpheus spots me from the bus window. When I get out of the lightning yellow school bus I run with delight. When I enter the gate, I get tackled by a dark blur, the cool slobber of a dog drowns me. After I ran inside to change my clothes, i went back outside to play with Morpheus.

We run around our brick house, through the tall, weedy, summer grass. When I became tired I went inside the house and retrieved a cool-pop. I split it in two pieces and laid one between his paws. He took it and trotted over to the edge of the house and licked it happily. When we finished our shared cool-pop I threw the wrapping in the trashcan. After we  walked a little longer I scratched behind his ear and on his belly. When Morpheus became nice and comfortable he went around the house and I decided to go inside.

When my dad got home he told me that  Morpheus would have to the Humane Society because my sisters were becoming allergic to him. I tried my best to convince him not to give Morpheus away but all of my attempts failed. After I fell asleep, I woke up in the middle of the night, sweating. I sat wondering, pondering, creating ways to keep my dog, but fell asleep with nothing.

When I awoke the next morning I remembered nothing of the night before. I went to my bus stop as was my regular day. When I got home I did as I did the day before. When my dad got home my heart stopped, I remembered everything from the day before and ran with my dog to the back of the house and hid until my dad opened the back door and told me to come inside. My dad explained that we had to give Morpheus away because he didn't want my sisters to get sick. I didn't believe it at first but there was nothing I could do. The drive took twenty minutes but felt like forever. When dad answered the questions for the registration form, he answered them all wrong, leaving it tome to answer them for him. When we left without Morpheus I cried halfway home. My dad told me if I kept my grades up that I would get another ferret, I am still awaiting that promise. I know that Morpheus was and always will be my friend because we are engraved in each other’s hearts. 

This being truth since his collar tag was shaped as a heart, not only with his name, but my name on the back. Morpheus will always be my true friend, things we went through, the times we shared, the times he listened, and even when he yelped, I'll never forget my pup, or who he was, as he is and always was, my morpheus, I'll never forget him, whether it be twenty years from now, for I love that dog, MY MORPHEUS...

-The Crimson Musketeer


Submitted: April 15, 2013

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Cecilia Blake

Aww this is so sad. I started to cry :( (I have 2 dogs of my own)
This is a really nice little story.

Sat, March 15th, 2014 1:46am


wows.. thanks... havent actually gotten a comment like this... I appreciate it very much...

Sun, March 16th, 2014 7:16pm

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