A Walk In The Water-Personal Narrative

Bailey jumped out of the car, her tail wagging with excitement, I was just as excited as she was. We had parked our car and were standing at the top of the canal. My Dad unclipped her lead, she sprinted down the side of the canal as if she were on fire and then leapt into the water. We watched her from above, Bailey splashed around in the water, swimming back and forth. People running up the park connector were staring at us, that never bothered me.

That evening, rashes started appearing on her legs. That always happens after swimming in the canal water because it is not very clean. The scratching may have annoyed my Mum, but Bailey really loved swimming. Now looking back, it was one of my favourite memories spent with Bailey. It was something I enjoyed to watch because it was different to seeing her lying down on the carpet like she did most afternoons and

Without thinking, I sat up and rushed down the stairs.

I slowed down as I came to the door leading outside. I looked out and saw my Dad sitting down next to a towel. I slowly approached them, tears filling my eyes. I lifted the towel from Bailey's head with caution and saw Bailey. She was the same dog she had been last night except this time she felt cold. It was clear to see she had died. The towel was clenched between her two front teeth. I couldn’t believe it, the dog I had loved my whole life had died. I started to think back on Bailey’s life and how it was full of good memories. I thought about the time we went to the beach. After a long morning of swimming, we were ready to leave but Bailey was missing. We searched the water frantically trying to find her. We walked up the beach looking for her and saw Bailey sitting by a young boy’s birthday party waiting for some food. I smiled and brushed the tears from my check. Both my Dad and I found that very funny, and will miss the beach. Even when and I look back at that time, it still makes me