Just a Memory

Just a Memory
By: Dawn Mathewson

When I was about seven my sister and I wanted two Labrador puppies and our mom said “If you want two puppies you better work for it.” My sister and I each had to clean our rooms and pick up the yard for two weeks so that we could get the money for the puppies’ kennel. For two weeks my sister mowed the lawn and I weeded the garden. Our yard looked so neatly trimmed it looked as if we gave the yard a makeover. We finally got enough money to buy a kennel. We went to the co-op and looked at all of the kennels then we found the perfect one. It was box shaped and just the right size for two puppies .We bought the kennel and a small dog house for the pups. On the way home we stopped at the humane society. The woman in the front asked politely “may I help you?” “Yes please we are looking for two Labrador puppies.” we replied shaking with excitement. “There are five puppies in the back.” As we walked closer to the puppies our hearts began to melt. They were the cutest things we ever saw! They had floppy ears and short fat bodies. They were all cute but there was one puppy that stuck out from the rest of the puppies he had brown paws and a black body and eyes that were light blue and reminded me of the sky on a sunny day in summer .I just had to have him! He was so unique, like me! He pounced and scampered around my feet. I reached down and picked him up. Missy already had her puppy picked out. We thanked the woman at the front desk then she gave us two blue collars with paw prints on them. We went home and set up the kennel then we put the collars on the puppies. When I thought of a name for him I thought of naming him Ace. Missy named her puppy Cash. We had them for about three years then they got out in the road chasing a girl dog and got hit by a car. That was the saddest day of my life. I cried over and over even though I knew crying wouldn’t bring them back. But crying seemed to help me feel better. Now every time I see a Labrador with blue eyes I burst into tears. Now he is just a very sad memory.

By dawn mathewson