The Day I Thought I Would Never be Happy Again

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It was a Saturday morning, just like any other. Until the leash broke and the phone rang and now I'm sobbing over a grave

Submitted: June 27, 2011

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The Day I Thought I Would Never Be Happy Again.

“Maya, Maya, MAYA!” my sister yelled furiously while roughly shaking me. It was Saturday morning, two years ago. It was about 9:00 am. “What?” I groaned, I was really tired. “Noah's on the phone. He wants you to go on the computer.” “Alright, hand me the phone.” I said while clearing my throat. As I was talking to him, I got up, stretched, and walked into the kitchen to the computer. Everything in the kitchen seemed a little upsetting than usual. As always, my mom was at the kitchen table, on her laptop, a cup of coffee in her hand. A.J. was outside on her lease. I didn't look, but I knew she was there. I turned on the computer, putting Noah on hold for a few seconds. The computer hummed happily to life. Soon after, my mom's cell phone went off and she picked it up. “Hello?” she answered. There was mumbling on the other line that i couldn't understand. My mom's eyes grew wide. “What?!” she yelled, she looked shocked, as if there were electricity running through her. She looked out the clear window. I started to worry a little, wondering what she was looking at. “Thank you, good-bye.” she said while she pulled the phone away from her ear. It looked like she was struggling to put it down. “What is it mom?” I asked, a little scared. “A.J. broke loose from her lease a ran into the street and got hit by a car. She is dead.” my mom said, holding back tears. Now I was shocked. Too shocked to even respond. My sister immediately started crying a river. No one talked when my mom called my dad. He was on his way home from work. As they were talking, I ran through the living room, into the den. I was hoping that the quiet room would help me make sense of this shocking day. Dead, I thought, how could she be dead? We only had her for a year. I never thought of when she would die. Maybe eight, ten years, never one. I was still to shocked to cry. I was thinking I could never be happy again. The den door groaned quietly as I pushed it weakly, and I walked out. When I went into the kitchen, my mom was sitting at the kitchen table again, this time with a tissue in her hand, and my sister was on the phone. I started to wonder who she could be talking to at this mournful hour. I heard her say the word Izzy, then I understood. She was asking her friend Izzy to help us go through with this. My friend, Abby, was away so that made me even more upset. Still no tears and that also made me wonder. I think I still had hope that A.J. was still alive. She's a strong dog, as strong as a bull. She could take a hit, even with a car.I heard a car door slam. Dad's back! Now I can find out if A.J.'s still alive or not. I ran to look out the window. I saw my dad's face, it looked like he was crying. Weird, I never saw my dad cry before. He opened the car door and took out a blanket and started to the backyard. Before I had a chance to have a closer look, my mom stood up out of her chair. “Come on guys,” my mom said, “Let's go to the backyard to bury... to bury A.J.” my mom immediately started sobbing like a little girl. I never saw her cry either. We all walked to the backyard to find my dad digging a hole. A the leaves and tree looked dull and upsetting. Now I got all choked up and my face felt boiling hot. Next to him was the blanket. It was hard to believe now that she is alive. I'm pretty sure she was in that blanket and not behind my dad ready to jump out and surprise us saying 'I'm not dead!' and would start to lick our faces. Small tear rolled down my red cheeks. I couldn't take it, but I stayed, hugging my mom. My sister was next to us, still crying, hugging Izzy. “Let's say our good-byes.” my dad said. My mom let go of me when he said that and went to the blanket. “Good-bye, my little angel. I will miss you.” my mom said. Then she kissed the blanket and walked back to me and hugged me again. Next was my sister and Izzy. They both walked up and said a quick 'Good-bye A.J.' and started crying even more. The atmosphere was more louder than usual, as if they were saying their own good-byes and crying.After my dad said good-bye, I was last. I walked up to my once living, happy dog and knelt down to her side. “A.J., I will miss you until the end of time. I remember what I last said to you: 'Goodnight A.J., I love you.' I will love you for the rest of my life. You were the best dog anyone could have.” Then I kissed and pet her head, remembering all the fun times we had, and stood up.As we walked away, I breathed in dirt and death and turned my head to see A.J.'s grave. There were three rocks at the head of her grave. to small rocks on the side and one big rock in the middle. Looking at it made so many tears come down my cheeks that I couldn't see. Everything was just a big blur. I held on to my mom for support. I was breaking down and crying for the next to days. When I was recovering, I learned a lesson:

It's better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.


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