Gino’s back leg
By Isabella Southwick
I dropped off my candy caned
stripped bag but the colors where light pink and dark blue. My mom greeted me
and asked how my day was with a delighted voice. I replied my day was good. But
I knew something was wrong by my moms voice it was to happy like she was hiding
something!
When I turned around the
corner by the wall were the bathroom lays and when I turned I saw my very own
double stuffed, tree bark brown, football loving dads couch. Where Gino and
Gracie my two dogs laydown and relax. (They’re brother and sister).
Gino is the sweet color of
brilliant gold with hints of obsidian the rich beautiful black. He is wild,
loyal and a sweet heart to everyone he meets. Gracie on the other hand is rich
black with big spots on her belly and paws the color of winter white. She is
proper, clever and a nervous wreck.
Before I got to the couch I
noticed Gracie looking melancholic so her eyes looked like two dark black bowls
with rick milk chocolate in each one.
Then I saw the gold dog Gino hop
of the couch and began to limp in misery and such grand pain. That’s when my world went black. I began to
worry when my world came crashing down.
“Mom why is Gino limping”, I said, scared and nervous. My mom replied, “
sorry I didn’t tell you earlier but sweetheart Gino tore a ligament in his back
leg.”
Now Gracie’s eyes sank even
more into a melancholic look now that I knew the bad news. It was like Gino was
trying to say to me with his sad eyes “ I know your sad and so am I.” His eyes
still stared at me like he needed a hug and I knew I did too. I ran to his side
and squeezed him tight for a hug. I began to sit back and my despair had
silenced my mother and me. Then my mom spoke. “he’ll be okay he’s going to get
surgery, we will do what we have to make him feel better.”
- isabella
