I found Max

   With the death of my dog I learned to appreciate the little things in life before they're taken away.
   Dec. 6th of 2014 began like any other morning with Max. I was awaken by Max crying at the door, so that I could let him out. I was so frustrated "shut up Max!" I snapped. I got up 5 minutes later, and he jumped all over me; I just ignored him, and opened the door to let him out.
   The rest of the morning I stayed in my room. I could see Max's shadow from the bottom of the door, trying to get in. I chose to ignore him and continued watching TV.
   Max seemed extremely needy and clingy that day. He spent all of his time with me, but I was just annoyed by him. I finally decided to leave my room, when it was time to let him out again.
   12:44pm I opened the front door to let Max out. The moment I opened the door my sister was coming through the front gate. Max ran right past her into the street. "Max!" I yelled after him.
   I started to chase after him. Within the blink of an eye he was laying in the middle of the street. I ran towards him and held him, but he wouldn't move, he wouldn't respond. His eyes were a bit open, but after 2 minutes they closed for good. I could tell he was in pain, just by the way he looked at me; it broke my heart. I couldn't keep It together; I cried until I ran out of tears, I couldn't breathe.
   My sister began to preform CPR on him. It was no use, we lost him.
       R.I.P Max Zecena
   After this tragic event, I did some research to find out whether or not the CPR could have helped. I found out that yes, it could have if we were conducting it properly.
 
   I woke up at 8:03 am December 6th and rolled over to find Max drooling on my pillow. Even though this was disgusting, I just smiled in relief; hugged him and cherished the moment.
    It was all a dream.


"CPR for dogs." Dog Emergency, petmd, n.d. web. 20, Sept., 2010.