Life Was Ruff Everyone says a dog is a man’s best friend. This is how I met my best friend, it was another softball filled day, and we were at the park. We were not looking for a dog, but a dog was looking for us. He was the first one I picked up, and I never put him down. We had talked about getting a dog, “when the time is right, he will find us,” things like that. Bear found us at the right time. We had Bear for seven years, and he truly became my best friend. He was there for me, he listened, and he never talked back. In those seven short years, Bear was a vital part of my life. He broke the silence in the house with his little collar jingling and his thick nails clicking against the wood. He left his comforting warmth on the couch every…show more content… On October 5, 2016, The Parkview Softball program won the first region title in program history. But also October 5, 2016, Bear would die. But I didn’t know that yet. I woke up that morning excited for the day ahead of me. I knew that I was going to play in a region championship game on my birthday; that alone had made this day the best day of my life thus far. As I got ready for school, following my usual routine, I looked for Bear before I left, only to find him on the floor of my parent’s bedroom. I bent down, hugged, and kissed him just like I had done every morning for the past seven years, and I went on with my day. My school day was as normal as a major game day could be; everyone I encountered was wishing me good luck and happy birthday. Everything seemed…show more content… We had defied all odds. Not only that, but I made the final out. As I caught it, there was a feeling in my whole body that I had never felt before, a feeling that is indescribable. We had won the first region championship title in program history, and I was part of it. Of course, the post-game celebration was the most exciting thing I'd ever been a part of; nothing had been planned, but it happened in just the right way that no one seemed to notice. As the celebration subsided, we packed our bags and loaded the bus, and that's where the real celebration began. No one saw it, and no one needs to know what it was like on that bus, because we, as a program of thirty-eight, had worked for this all season. As we got back to the school, there were people there to congratulate us as well. It wasn't quite real yet. Something didn't feel right; it was only when we got to the locker room and put the trophy in the case that it became
