This blog post focuses on an emotional scene in my life. This will be used as almost a practice run for my narrative. This will take a look at how I present my scenes and feedback from anyone who comments will give me suggestions on how to better depict and describe what is going on. In Hills Like White Elephants Hemingway never tells the reader what the operation is, just as I never said how they were putting the dog down, as well as how I opened the story with a vague scene that leaves it open to the readers interpretation. Tears
… they drip cold down my face, blurring my vision, and leaving me in a blubbering mess. My nose runs as I try to make out the lifeless body beneath me. The one that once contained so much life, and happiness, bringing everyone so much joy. It is the second week in June, I have been in Ireland now for almost a week. My Granny’s dog, Benji, has not been doing well since I had got there, and he had been deteriorating rapidly in the past week. On Tuesday of that week we had taken him to the vet, there they did a biopsy. The results came back that Thursday. By that time we realized that he could no longer walk. My Granny went to the Nursing Home and brought my Granda home for the weekend to see Benji for the last time. I woke up Friday morning, to see that he was walking with a slight limp, while it was not back to normal he was making progress. It gave us hope, a false hope, because by noon he again was unable to walk. We had one or two visitors that day, compared to the usual of about 10 or so it was considerably empty. Saturday was very similar to Friday, with a hopeful morning, but by noon he had stopped walking again. My friends in the neighborhood stopped by that day to see how we were doing and provided some comedic relief as well as comfort. It was nice that they came by. Around 4 my Granny took my Granda back to the Nursing Home, I stayed behind to make sure that everything was OK with Benji. When my Granny got back we talked about what was happening and what we were going to do. Since Monday was a bank holiday and most people were off from work we decided to pray and hope that he somehow miraculously got better overnight, if not we would have the vet come down and put him out of his misery on Monday morning. Sunday was not better than Saturday. When we got up Benji had not moved and could not get up and walk. We called the vet around noon and arranged the entire operation. We called one of our neighbors Paddy and asked if he would come down on Monday to help send him off properly, he said he would. Paddy was always so good to my Granny, especially since her children no longer live in Ireland. The night before we stayed up until 1 in the morning, just laying there on the floor next to him. I started to cry and I don't think I ever really stopped until after I was back in the states. We both hugged and kissed him, gave him treats, made sure that he was comfortable, and finally after prolonging it for as long as we could said our final goodbyes and goodnight. I really wish that I had slept right there next to him. My biggest regret is not going back out there and just talking with him until I fell asleep. Monday morning finally came. I woke up and it was 11 am. “Oh no i thought, it's too late.” I got up and threw on the first thing I found and rushed into the kitchen. I looked down and I felt them, Tears
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Sabatino
2/21/2020 08:49:11 am
Glad to see content here. How might an image and links to the other readings contextualize this blog post?
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Tiffany
2/23/2020 12:49:42 pm
Hi! I enjoyed reading your blog. I'm so sorry that you had to go threw that. It'a not easy losing a pet , so I can't even imagine what you and your family went threw. I will make sure I say a prayer for you and your family. Beautiful blog!
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