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Death of a pet | Essay for 8 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore


From my archives of my days in Primary two, here is another essay about "Death of a pet".


      Mary, a twelve-year –old girl, took her pet Dalmatian for a walk along Holland Road. At that time of the day, it was bustling with activity. Many vehicles were seen. At a nearby open field, four boys were playing soccer.

      Unexpectedly, one of the boys kicked the ball so hard that the ball flew into the air and landed right onto the busy road. Mary saw the ball rolling onto the road. Her dog began barking excitedly wanting to retrieve it. At that juncture, the black and white Dalmatian broke free from its startled owner and ran across the road not giving much thought to oncoming vehicles.

      The dog desperately wanted to catch hold of the ball. Like a bolt of the blue, a car appeared approaching in it direction at top speed. Unable to brake on time, the dog was knocked down. It somersaulted into the air and landed with a thunderous thud onto the road. Mary screamed at the top of her lungs as she watched helplessly as her dog lay motionless on the road. A passer-by alerted a vet.

      Half an hour later, the vet arrived at the scene. By then the dog was gasping for air and as the vet examined it, it breathed its last. Mary sobbed uncontrollably as she hugged her dog. That day, Mary learnt a valuable lesson and it was to avoid taking her dog for walks along busy roads. She never kept a pet after that unfortunate incident.

Have you ever experienced the death of a pet? It is indeed very painful - as my mum has shared with me. Let us remember to cherish our pets every single day of their lives with us.

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