
Saying Goodbye
White walls. There’s a bed up against the wall. On the little counter they have in the room, there’s a jar full of treats. It was silent besides the gasps of air in between tears streaming down our faces. We spread a brown blanket on the floor and his favorite toy. It was June so outside it was super hot, but inside I was freezing because they had the air on. The vet was extremely nice to us, she knew what we were going through. It just leaves me with awful memories now. Probably my worst memory ever. I hate that place, driving by it makes me so upset. Of course it’s right down the street from me so I pass it all the time. It’s March Animal Hospital. Davis had been going there since he was a puppy. The vet knew us right when we walked in, always with a smile on her face, but today was different. Today was the day we had to put our dog down. His name was Davis. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt more pain or sadness than this day. Well this day and every day after. He was my best friend. We did almost everything together. When my sisters left for school, it was just Davis and me. We would spend our days outside playing, our nights in bed cuddling. But he’s gone now and that hospital is where everything changed. For about a month and a half after, I would drive different ways so I didn’t have to pass it. If I did pass it I would cry. That was the last place I saw my best friend. Nothing but sadness comes from that day. People always say losing someone is hard, but it will benefit you in the end and I just don’t think that’s true. This day was the worst day of my life and that place holds that memory. I will never look at the hospital the same way.
