It was a hot summer in 2012, coming home from school waiting to see my puppy blue healer, Steeler. I was always exited to see Steeler. Getting off the bus and sprinting to my front door; I open the door getting ready to get jumped on, but nothing.
I ran into the living room, nothing. I ran into my bedroom, nothing. I ran into all the bathrooms, nothing. Their is only one more spot the he could be! I rush to the backyard and there he is, laying on the ground unresponsive.
I immediately call my mom. I knew this outcome was not gonna be good. Crying my eyes out and calling to my puppy praying and praying. My mom gets there so I had to pick up Steeler and rush him to the nearest veterinarian.
As soon as we got into the office the vet already knew what went wrong. He went to test Steeler and gave me one of the hardest decisions of my little life. Do we spend a bunch of money and try to bring him back, or end all of his suffering. Steeler died of parvo.