Mica, our nine-year-old dog, was always an energetic, cheerful and a sociable member of our family. Mica being with us in the family for so long made me feel that she was mortal just like all of us. Over the past several months, my family and I noticed that Mica had progressively become more lazy about the house and outside. At first, we thought something was wrong. We believed that she had come down with some type of sickness. After a while, we came to our senses and realized that it was probably just old age. Then, she stopped eating. Again, our natural intuition told us wrong, as we figured that it was just a stomach worm. We then decided to take her to the vet for an inspection, to see what exactly was wrong with her. I was busy the next several days while my mom had checked her into the vet, and soon became relaxed as I forgot about Mica over the next several days. .
Then, one night, it all changed. As I was passing through the house with my friends, as on any other normal, boring, Monday night of the summer, my mom stopped us all and told us we should sit down. I almost instantly knew the topic of conversation would be my beloved pet dog. I could tell by the way that my mom drew in her breath before even uttering a word that our dog was more than just "sick". I had always wondered what life would be like without her. I would have to shove that thought away, as it was so painful at the time. Some people may say that dogs are just pets, and nothing more. Well, in our family, she had been a part of us since we moved into this house almost nine years ago. Very few memories of mine can I recall, in which I cannot consider having her at the time. Our special one, my parents" third pet, my first, had a kidney disorder, which would give a resting life to her. The vet said that she might last another year, but she needed emergency treatment soon. I was sickened at hearing the actual words come out of her mouth, as it all seemed unbelievable.
