The Picture I never took

Georgia, the best dog ever. She was a brown ball of fur. Her breed of dog was a quirky combination of Pug and Yorkie; a Porkie. She was energetic, playful, and therapeutic. Throughout my childhood I felt down often, but Georgia was my escape, the hanging of her pink tongue and the constant wiggle of her brown curl of a tail helped me realize that I had a friend. She didn't speak English but she spoke my language. I remember the times when I would share my green apple lollipops with her and we would both run throughout our backyard with green tongues and doped off sucrose. When she had her puppies, the house would revert to chaos. My sister and I were in charge of taking care of the puppies, we had to bathe them and take them out into the sun to stay warm. Georgia gave me the same look  I would give her in my times of sadness. The stare. She was lost and didn't know how to take care of her cachorritos (Spanish for little puppies). I empathized, I didn't know how to take care of my life. Then we fast forward a couple of years. Georgia had bladder stones, it was the end. I never got a proper goodbye. My parents took her to the animal hospital in San Luis Obispo and she was then put down as the surgery to remove her mineral buildups was going top be too painful for her small body. Georgia was gone and I never got a picture of her for myself. This little Porkie, my little Porkie was gone...

As I grow older this memory still bugs me, here is a song that kind of relates my sentiments

Character Study III

A journey of a newly-made college student begins in North Carolina. A soon to be man at the age of 17 (doesn't look the part) by the name of Ephraim Rodriguez Jr was travelling from college to college up the Atlantic coast and viewing each and every prospective med school. Ephraim had already been accepted into Stanford University for a major in neuroscience, but he wanted to see his available options after his pre-med. He liked the Duke University Campus except the hot humid air of a stagnant southern state didn't please Ephraim. Many miles were driven toward the northeastern portion of the United States the next stop was the University of Pennsylvania, the lavish brick architecture was superb but it was basically the same thing as all of the other Ivy League Colleges and seemed no different. In Ephraim's last stop of his college exploration, he was down the street from Columbia University and began to enjoy a Chinese duck plate in Chinatown, until suddenly Ephraim's best friend appeared, Eric. Out of all of the people that could possibly appear in such a vast city Eric was one of those possibilities. Eric was in search for a Mr. Kelly and said something about some New Jersey Mafia. Like always Eric was uttering random nonsense like a drunk man, so they began talking about their futures. Ephraim described his plans for after Stanford and mentioned the trip that he was currently taking and how some of these east-coast seemed pretty cool. After some time of talking the two went their separate ways. Ephraim had to catch his plane back to Palo Alto to start his real journey, College. The plane ride was really turbulent and uncomfortable, kind of like the future issues this young man is soon going to face. Ephraim arrives at Palo Alto and his dorm, his parents brought his necessities for him to the city. Ephraim helps fill his new home with his belongings, like a brand new macbook, xbox, clothes, mini fridge, and a lifetime supply of Ramen noodles. Due to how expensive college is going to be over the next 4 years Ephraim is going to live like a poor, starving man. His classes are going to be as rigorous as it gets in an effort to get good enough grades to get accepted into a reputable med school