I believe in loving your family, but loving your pets more.
I didn’t know my grandmother very well, but she would always send me cookies and a two-dollar bill on my birthday. Then I found two days after my birthday she was diagnosed with cancer. She eventually lost her hair and wore a wig; she looked nice in a wig. It looked just like her old hair. In fact, I could barely tell she wore a wig. She came down to visit one week and she was wearing a bandana, no hair. A couple months later she was sent to the hospital for some reason I don’t know because my mom wouldn’t tell me, but I knew it was because of her cancer. After being in the hospital for two weeks she was sent home, but she was in a coma. A few weeks later my mom sent my brother down to see her. I complained for a couple days but my mom convinced me that all that I would see was her sleeping. My grandma died a few days later. I kind of blamed it on my mom because she didn’t allow me to go see her so she died because she wasn’t happy.
I cried, but I got over it after a couple days. My mom didn’t.
When I turned four, my dad gave me a puppy the size of a computer tower! It was a beautiful brown bullmastiff puppy. I named him Dozer. During the first couple days that I had him he would always run into stuff, like doors and walls. I thought of naming him Crash, but that didn’t work out because he would never run into people. A few months later it was the Fourth of July and he came running through the closed glass door, breaking it, and up into my brothers’ room and hid under the bed. We later found out it was because of the fireworks. He was always getting into trouble chasing cars and other stuff. Every morning before school I would pet him and hug him. The few things we did do together were sledding, running, and wrestling. About six years later he disappeared. We looked for him for three hours that night, with star-crossed luck we didn’t find him. The next few days came and went without any avail, but on the last night my dad was willing to search he found him in our neighbors land… dead. We buried him that night with his favorite blanket, it was a blanket covered in stars and planets. We buried him near my dad’s dog, which he received when he turned ten. His name was ender and he was an awesome dog with black curly hair. I couldn’t stop crying for a few weeks.
I loved my grandmother, but I loved my dog more.