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2 Responses to “My Best Job: Taking Care of a Black Labrador Puppy”

1. lilpimpdj23 Says:
   February 21st, 2010 at 8:33 pm

   College Admission Paper>>Help!!?
   Any Advice? What would you change?

   There is no such thing as a perpetual party. When I was a little child, I remember I received a puppy for my birthday. It was a black labrador mixed with golden retriever. Its fluffy black fur was soft and its cute puppy dog eyes could make a grown man melt. I had always wanted a dog so it was a dream come true. My dog’s name was Wilbur and I cherished him. I took him out on walks, played with him and wanted to take him with me everywhere. One time, when my siblings and I took Wilbur out to the park, Wilbur broke free from my grip and we spent thirty minutes chasing after him. By the time we caught him, I was drenched in sweat and exhausted. With my weary eyes, I could swear Wilbur was smirking at me. Even though I only had him for four months, I felt like I had known him my whole life. Wilbur was my one and only best friend. I loved him.
   Then one day my mother had fallen ill to the point where she couldn’t go to work. Despite her appearance, my mother was a very strong woman who would never skip work because of a minor illness, so I was very worried. She spent three whole days in bed and was finally rushed to the emergency room in the middle of the night. When my father brought her back from the hospital the next day, he explained the situation to me. To make it brief, my mother was allergic to Wilbur.
   I could feel tears building up in me. My dad informed me that he will place Wilbur in the pound where Wilbur could find a loving home. The one thought that repeated itself in my head was, “why?”, even though I had already known the answer. I realized that even though I cared for Wilbur, I couldn’t let my mother suffer for my selfish desires. Despite my newfound wisdom, it still tore me up inside when I said goodbye to my best friend. The white Toyota Sequoia pulled out of the driveway and I never saw Wilbur again. I feel that I matured a lot when Wilbur left. Life is full of departures, and my experience will help me handle them. Wilbur still comes up in family conversations as we reminisce about the past.
   “There is no such thing as a perpetual party,” is a translation of a popular saying in my country. It means that at every encounter there will be a point where you have to say goodbye. Goodbyes are depressing but you just have to look to the future instead of dwelling on the past. I may not ever forget about Wilbur but I will not grieve because I am sure he is happy.

2. bummxx Says:
   February 22nd, 2010 at 1:35 am

   This is a good storyy ,but maybe you should explain a little more on how you grew as person through this experience.
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