I had to write a creative writing piece in response to the image below. A 400-430 piece essay. The title is "All dogs go to heaven".
He felt a sudden tinge in his eyes. He tried to suppress the rising waters in his eyes but to no avail-he soon realized that he was crying. The painful admission to his dog's condition made him doubtful, fearful and heartbroken. His dog who was now looking at him with such glee had only a few weeks to live at most. His ego got the best of him, and he wiped his tears-straightened his posture and looked ahead.
His golden retriever wasn't just his pet. "You can only have one pet". His father told him when he was seventeen. He found no comfort among his peers and sought refuge in a furry friend. So when he appeared the one day with his dog in hand, his father remained silent. The only time he commented was when-after a beating, he ran to his dog. "Pets are bombs waiting to happen". His brother warned him. But he didn't listen. And each day he saw his dog's condition deteriorate. It started small. When Milo was at his post-he only barked once. When he greeted-he had only one wag of his tail.
The day he stopped loving his walks was the day Jackson decided to take him to the vet. What he didn't realize is that this would be his last trip. He'd no longer twitch his ear at the call of his name, or, bark at the postman. Jackson bowed his head. He had Milo's collar in hand and didn't have the heart to walk him down the yellow-brick road. "Do dogs understand love?" he wondered. He wondered whether dogs missed their owners.
The exchange was swift. Milo's collar was no longer in hand and he grasped at air. He remembered hugging him, petting his slick coat. Milo nuzzled into him." Don't worry-I'll meet you down the rabbit hole". At the time he didn't understand what he meant. And before he exited the vet it came to him like the sun after spring." All dogs deserve to be in wonderland".
When he returned home he was not sullen. He was content because his best friend was no longer in pain. He'd sleep well-knowing that Milo was loved. That night when he looked up at the stars he saw a smile appear in the constellations. And he knew that one day he'd meet him again, walking down the yellow-brick road. His smile will be on other dogs and his memory will be in his pups.
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