I have never ever in my entire life heard of Dot Day. I haven't even heard of the book! But today in English I learned what it is. Dot Day isn't just an ordinary day, its a special day. Its a day to let your creativity flow. Everybody has creativity in them, even if they don't think so. Happy Dot Day:)
Have you ever lost someone or something you really loved and cared about? Well, I never thought I would lose this someone this soon. It hit me hard when I found out. The crying was uncontrollable. The pain was unstoppable. Knowing that we wouldn’t get to see her everyday like usual was unbearable. I couldn't take the fact that my family had to put down our dog, Layla.It was a breezy September afternoon. My sisters and I had just came home from school. I got out of the car. All I could see was the land going north for miles and miles. I swung the door open and went up to my room. “Allison! Makenna! Kiersten! Grady! Come here!” my dad called out. I walked down the stairs slowly thinking about what he wanted. We all sat down in silence in the living. My dad told us about how he took Layla, our St. Bernard, into the vet that morning. “The vet took x-rays and found cancer in one of her shoulders. I think we shouldn't let her suffer anymore. The cancer is getting worse,” he told us. I sat there for a moment then the tears hit me. I never thought that Layla would have cancer. I was speechless the rest of the night. I couldn't stop thinking about the next day.The next morning before school, I walked outside to see my dog one last time. That day was the day we were going to put her down. Layla laid there on the bundle of soft hay in front of the old, rickety barn. She was whimpering. I looked at her and I told her I loved her. It was hard to walk away from her. I didn't want to leave her there.Finally, that morning, my mom had took us to school that morning. I walked into the school with an image of Layla on my mind. As I sat down at the table, my best friends MaKenzie and Makenna gave me a hug. The tears rushed out. I couldn't hold them back. I wanted to storm out of the school and run home to my dog. The morning was nothing but thinking about memories of my dog and I. Around 12:00 my mom called telling me that I would ride with a friend. “Is she gone?” I asked. “ The vet came out this morning.” she replied. I said bye to my mom and walked outside for recess. I stood there in shock and relief at the same time. I was shocked because I couldn't believe she was gone. Relief came to me though because I knew she wasn't in pain. I knew she was up in Heaven. The day went on and my dog stayed on my mind.The rest day was completely miserable. At that point I wanted to go home. Once the day of anguish ended, my siblings and I went home. We got to the house. All of us went to our rooms to put old clothes on, then we net to the shop to get some shovels. Laying on the flatbed of my dad’s green pickup was Layla, wrapped in an old, thick blanket. She looked peaceful. We drove up north a little on our land. There was a group of trees and in the trees there was a hole. My dad pulled up as close to the hole as he could get. He got out slowly, picked up our dog and carried her to the hole. My siblings and I all put a picture in next to her once she was down in the ground. We looked at for a while, then grabbed the shovels and poured the dirt in the hole. That was last time I would ever see my dog for sometime until I would get to see her in Heaven.I don’t know how I survived that day at school, but I did. Layla was put to rest September 7, 2012. Layla wasn't just a dog, she was family. I will never forget that day we lost her. It has left a mark on my heart forever.