My Sisters

Retrospect I’m not an everyday hero. My family and I are our very own everyday heroes. We collaborate for every little thing.

 We adopted a Beagle named Ripley. She was our first real dog and we spoiled her rotten. My family started to realized how much we loved and cared for her. So now when people used to ask me how many siblings I had, I would say two; Ashley my eldest sister and Ripley my dog. Ripley was the world to us. One day we took her in for her check up and she had a tumor. We took it in for testing and they said it "wasn't" cancerous so we were relieved. After years they started coming back and she started to look older and more tired and we didn't know why. But in our mind we knew. Regardless of what it could have been, we still loved her and she was always there when we needed her. Her illness started becoming noticeable, the news came out that she had cancer. To my family it was a traumatic.

         My parents were so scared to tell my sister and I so they would just said, "Oh, she just has to go back into surgery. She's okay". When I found out they had to keep her at the vet I would tell my mom "No, call and see if she can come back home with us". I couldn't diverge myself feel uncomfortable knowing that she wasn't in my room with me while I was doing homework or howling when I walked through my door. She came home earlier than she was supposed too.

After dealing with all these emotions my parents needed a get away.  My parents went on a vacation with my aunt and uncle, so that meant we had Ripley all to ourselves. I noticed something different about her. Ripley was not as active anymore. Ripley wouldn't eat; it was causing her to become skinny. She even started throwing up and peeing everywhere. In my head I'm like she's being a bad girl because our parents aren't home. Looking into her eyes, I knew that it was a lie - I was telling myself. I knew that I was slowly losing her. I hated knowing the fact because my parents always told us to stay strong and not to lose focus. Those things happen for a reason and we may not be so religious but only God knows what He does and why. 

Sure enough Ripley passed away on a big day, the day my father became a US citizen. Ripley knew that the day she passed away would be a day that would change our lives and it sure did. It made me not take things for granted it made me realize I am stronger than I thought I was. Having her made me grow a big heart and be thankful for all the small things in life. This may not state that I'm an everyday hero but I'm a hero to a poor dog who was being abused and welcomed her in to a household, where she was loved and spoiled rotten with love and affection. We gave her a home she deserved and she taught us the meaning of unconditional love. All in all, Ripley was my heroine.