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hahaha, this makes me laugh...i had to write a narrative for english and it made me laugh so read it if you want, i dont care.
Edward
Jake Newcomb
Narrative 6/1/04
Mrs.Rosenberg
When I was a lot younger, at around the age of 2, my family got a pet dog named Edward. I was too young to remember but from what I have been told the moment I met Edward I fell in love with him and played with him non stop for a long, long time. Over about 4 years Edward and I became very attached and he literally became my best friend, we would always hang out, I taught him how to play baseball and play other sports with me. I remember Edward would always get on his stomach and drag himself on the floor with his front legs to scratch the bottom of his belly. The reason Edward was my best friend was because I didn’t have any others, I was somewhat of what you could call a “loser” in elementary school. I guess I didn’t get into the big trends like Ninja Turtles, Yo-Yo’s, digital pets, or Pokemon cards. I did however play baseball but I was too scared of the ball to bat and I would always jump out of the way so I was then called a “Pansy” and I played first base and I would always miss the ball when it was thrown to me because I would get so nervous. The team hated me. But Edward would be at all my games rooting for me.
People at school then caught on that my best and only friend was my dog and started making fun of me for it and calling me “Puppy-Pal” all the time. I cried myself to sleep almost every single night. I wish I had a friend other than a K9. I wanted to know some ones phone number, but that was just not happening. The only person other than Edward that I knew a little bit was a black kid named Douglas from my Church, but I didn’t consider him a friend, just an acquaintance.
I hated cold, windy, rainy, dark, thunder and lightening filled nights. I felt so lonely because those would be the only times I wouldn’t have Edward around, whenever it would rain Edward would get so scared he would run and hide from everyone. The rain made me depressed, I was a sad little boy.
Edward, like all living things, did however have some problems. He was a dog that would have seizures, and they would be very bad. He would foam from the mouth and shake and go into a trance, kind of like a zombie. It made me sad to watch my friend suffer like this but the only thing we could do about it was give him medication which did not always work.
I still remember the time when Edward had a episode when he broke into everything in the house when all of us left for the day and when we came back the whole house was a mess, he went insane. It was very sad for us to do, especially me, but we had to make a cage for Edward so he had to sit in it all day when I went to school. I think Edward started to hate me day by day and I began to become very depressed, he hated me more and more when I would lock him up in the cage to go to school but I had to do it. One time I think he had enough and barked at me and tried to bite me when I tried to put him in. I cried and cried; it seemed like my best and only friend didn’t like me anymore.
I started slacking off in my school work, all I could do was think about Edward being in the cage all alone all day thinking bad thoughts about me and how I was a bad friend to him. Every day when I would take him out of his cage he would just walk away, he didn’t want to play with me anymore. He hated me and I could sense it.
His seizures kept getting worse and worse and Edward and I kept fading apart, I still hadn’t met any friends at school either. People stopped calling me “Puppy-Pal” for some reason, but it made sense because I was not a pal of any puppy anymore.
I came home from school one cold winter day to hear probably the worse news I had heard in a while. My mom told me that she decided we have to put Edward to sleep because of his seizures and how bad they were getting. I bet it’s not hard to guess what I did once I found out this information. I cried and cried like a river. I wouldn’t even be able to enjoy my last moments with Edward because he hated me. So after about a week or two from when my mom talked to me my family and I took Edward to Dr.Lott in Old Town to have him put down. This was one of the hardest things to ever do in my whole life, I watched my best friend die in front of my eyes. The worse thing about it is that it was our decision to have him die. I watched the needle go into his leg and I saw him stare at me with shocking facial expression that haunts my dreams. I cant believe I let someone kill my best friend.
I guess the moral of the story is that you should always try to embrace your friends and the time you share with them because they may not always be there forever and you are lucky if you do have friends that will always stick by your side no matter what happens down the road.
RIP Edward Newcomb
Edward
Jake Newcomb
Narrative 6/1/04
Mrs.Rosenberg
When I was a lot younger, at around the age of 2, my family got a pet dog named Edward. I was too young to remember but from what I have been told the moment I met Edward I fell in love with him and played with him non stop for a long, long time. Over about 4 years Edward and I became very attached and he literally became my best friend, we would always hang out, I taught him how to play baseball and play other sports with me. I remember Edward would always get on his stomach and drag himself on the floor with his front legs to scratch the bottom of his belly. The reason Edward was my best friend was because I didn’t have any others, I was somewhat of what you could call a “loser” in elementary school. I guess I didn’t get into the big trends like Ninja Turtles, Yo-Yo’s, digital pets, or Pokemon cards. I did however play baseball but I was too scared of the ball to bat and I would always jump out of the way so I was then called a “Pansy” and I played first base and I would always miss the ball when it was thrown to me because I would get so nervous. The team hated me. But Edward would be at all my games rooting for me.
People at school then caught on that my best and only friend was my dog and started making fun of me for it and calling me “Puppy-Pal” all the time. I cried myself to sleep almost every single night. I wish I had a friend other than a K9. I wanted to know some ones phone number, but that was just not happening. The only person other than Edward that I knew a little bit was a black kid named Douglas from my Church, but I didn’t consider him a friend, just an acquaintance.
I hated cold, windy, rainy, dark, thunder and lightening filled nights. I felt so lonely because those would be the only times I wouldn’t have Edward around, whenever it would rain Edward would get so scared he would run and hide from everyone. The rain made me depressed, I was a sad little boy.
Edward, like all living things, did however have some problems. He was a dog that would have seizures, and they would be very bad. He would foam from the mouth and shake and go into a trance, kind of like a zombie. It made me sad to watch my friend suffer like this but the only thing we could do about it was give him medication which did not always work.
I still remember the time when Edward had a episode when he broke into everything in the house when all of us left for the day and when we came back the whole house was a mess, he went insane. It was very sad for us to do, especially me, but we had to make a cage for Edward so he had to sit in it all day when I went to school. I think Edward started to hate me day by day and I began to become very depressed, he hated me more and more when I would lock him up in the cage to go to school but I had to do it. One time I think he had enough and barked at me and tried to bite me when I tried to put him in. I cried and cried; it seemed like my best and only friend didn’t like me anymore.
I started slacking off in my school work, all I could do was think about Edward being in the cage all alone all day thinking bad thoughts about me and how I was a bad friend to him. Every day when I would take him out of his cage he would just walk away, he didn’t want to play with me anymore. He hated me and I could sense it.
His seizures kept getting worse and worse and Edward and I kept fading apart, I still hadn’t met any friends at school either. People stopped calling me “Puppy-Pal” for some reason, but it made sense because I was not a pal of any puppy anymore.
I came home from school one cold winter day to hear probably the worse news I had heard in a while. My mom told me that she decided we have to put Edward to sleep because of his seizures and how bad they were getting. I bet it’s not hard to guess what I did once I found out this information. I cried and cried like a river. I wouldn’t even be able to enjoy my last moments with Edward because he hated me. So after about a week or two from when my mom talked to me my family and I took Edward to Dr.Lott in Old Town to have him put down. This was one of the hardest things to ever do in my whole life, I watched my best friend die in front of my eyes. The worse thing about it is that it was our decision to have him die. I watched the needle go into his leg and I saw him stare at me with shocking facial expression that haunts my dreams. I cant believe I let someone kill my best friend.
I guess the moral of the story is that you should always try to embrace your friends and the time you share with them because they may not always be there forever and you are lucky if you do have friends that will always stick by your side no matter what happens down the road.
RIP Edward Newcomb