A couple years ago my brother adopted a pit bull named Brady from the SPCA. He became my best friend, I felt like he was my dog instead of my brother’s. A few months later my brother got drafted an had to go to Iraq. While he was away I took care of him, fed him, took him on walks, cleaned up after him, played with him, let him sleep on my tiny twin bed with me, and I even shared my snacks with him. Our favorite snack was goldfish. Brady followed me everywhere. Every turn I took it felt like I was falling over him, he was always in my way.
Two summers ago we had to move and we weren’t allowed to have pets. So my grandparents were nice enough to take him in for awhile. Even though they live three hours away I was still grateful that they took him for us. I didn’t get to see him as much but when I went to visit him they Brady would jump on me to welcome me. Also when I would call my grandparents they would tell me stories of what he did and they would always tell me that he misses me. My grandparents loved him to death but they got tired of keeping him for us they brought him back down to stay with us until we found him a home. I went to visit my grandparents for a weekend and when I got home Brady was gone. My mom found a home for him. I was so upset and mad at her but I knew it was the best thing to do for him and us. The thing that hurt the most was that she never told me that she was getting rid of Brady. I also I never got to say goodbye to him.
Two summers ago we had to move and we weren’t allowed to have pets. So my grandparents were nice enough to take him in for awhile. Even though they live three hours away I was still grateful that they took him for us. I didn’t get to see him as much but when I went to visit him they Brady would jump on me to welcome me. Also when I would call my grandparents they would tell me stories of what he did and they would always tell me that he misses me. My grandparents loved him to death but they got tired of keeping him for us they brought him back down to stay with us until we found him a home. I went to visit my grandparents for a weekend and when I got home Brady was gone. My mom found a home for him. I was so upset and mad at her but I knew it was the best thing to do for him and us. The thing that hurt the most was that she never told me that she was getting rid of Brady. I also I never got to say goodbye to him.
