Misty - My Friend - Personal Essay

Misty was and still is my best friend since I was two. His white shiny fur, his emerald green eyes, and his rosy pink nose. He was with me when the leaves turned orange, green, to none. He was with me when I was sick, sad, mad, happy, and even when I was scared. I believed that he was my only true best friend. As minutes, hours and years past, it became definite. Definite that he will always be with me and never leave me. Too definite that I started taking less care of him than I should have, not knowing what Misty was going through.

We found lumps and bumps on Misty. And that’s when we found out that Misty had cancer. Misty wouldn’t play with me. He wouldn’t eat either. His favourite treats were now just sitting in the cupboard, untouched. Soon it was hard for Misty to breathe. I could hear him wheeze and saw him take rapid breaths. His shiny fur became rough. I could see his bones sticking out. He could barely stand up now with his gawny legs. He looked helpless and I noticed that he was always sleeping.

August 18th, 2013, Misty was in miserable pain. 5.40pm, we had to put him down. That was the best for Misty. I stroked him when they slowly injected the