Tell us about a memorable experience with a beloved pet.

Prompt: Tell us about a memorable experience with a beloved pet.

I. Outline: A Memorable Experience with My Beloved Pet

1. Introduction

- Introduce my most beloved pet: It could be a dog, a cat, or any other pet that I adore.
- Express general feelings about the memorable experience with that pet.

2. Body

- Brief overview of the physical characteristics, fur color, species, breed, etc., of that animal.

- Summarize a few characteristics and typical behaviors of that animal.

- Present the storyline, that memorable experience of mine with the beloved pet:

+ Time and location of that memorable experience

+ Reason for the occurrence of the story.

+ Recounting each event in chronological order.

+ Expressing the overall emotions of me and everyone when it happened.

3. Conclusion

- Express your feelings about the story just told and about the beloved animal.

II. Share a memorable memory of yours with a beloved pet

 

1. Share a memorable memory of yours with a beloved pet, sample number 1 (Standard)

I was born in a rural area in the Central region, where the village is closely tied to fields and paddies. That's why baby calves, little buffaloes, and goats are always the companions of us kids. My family also raised two buffaloes, a mother and her calf, they were very close to me.

- Every day, when coming back from school, I would go to the field to herd the buffalo and lead it home with my brother Hai. Saturdays and Sundays were the best because I got to go to the field early with my brother Hai. Watching them leisurely grazing was so fascinating. During the harvest season, the fields at home relied on the mother buffalo to carry the load, plow the land, and prepare it for planting. Even on scorching days, the buffalo still worked diligently in the fields with my father, never minding the heat. That's why my father always said: 'Buffaloes are like family members, working diligently to help everyone.'

One of the saddest memories for me was when I had to accept parting with my mother buffalo. It was the day when my brother Hai received the admission letter to Da Nang University of Economics. At that time, my parents were both happy and worried. Happy because my brother got into the university he had long dreamed of, worried because moving to the city for studies meant dealing with many expenses, such as tuition fees, rent, food, utilities, and more. My parents felt a lot of pressure. Life in the countryside was tough, and there was never much left after all the hard work. They loved my brother dearly and hoped his education would lead to a better future, so after much discussion, they decided to sell the mother buffalo to raise money for my brother's education. When I heard the news, both my brother and I were heartbroken, especially me. Despite my parents' encouragement, I couldn't help but miss her. Every time I heard a calf crying because it missed its mother, my heart felt like it was being squeezed. I missed her so much but had to accept the reality.

Up to now, it's been four years since my family sold the mother buffalo, but I still remember her vividly. The little calf has grown into a mature buffalo now, but whenever it goes to the field, it still calls out for its mother yearningly. I only hope to visit Uncle Mai's family someday to see my old buffalo again.

Everyone, every creature around us brings something good to our world. So, cherish the moments spent with them, love them sincerely because one day, when we have to part with them, all that remains is regret and longing.

Share a memorable experience with a family pet.

2. Share a memorable experience with a beloved pet, Model 2 (Standard)

That year, my family had a pet dog named Mun. Mun was sent to me by my cousin in the South when my grandma visited there to see her sister.

Mun had a fluffy coat, jet-black body, and a cute, plump tail. Her small head with bright, adorable eyes was captivating. She was quite elegant, enjoying grooming her fur every morning. Sometimes, she would run and play in the yard, agile and graceful like a ballerina. I loved our conversations the most. She would wag her tail and lean against my legs as I whispered to her. Whether I was happy or sad, I shared everything with her. Our bond was not that of an owner and a pet but more like that of close friends.

During that time, due to being busy with piles of homework and the pressure of exams, I didn't pay much attention to her anymore. Maybe Mun felt neglected, so she would occasionally run over to the neighbor's house to play with their kids.

One day, as usual, I was studying while Mun went out to play. About 30 minutes later, I heard echoing cries from the neighbor's house. But because I was still worried about unfinished homework, I tried to focus on it. After more than ten minutes, the cries grew fainter and then stopped. Suddenly, I heard my dad rushing in from outside:

'Mai, where's Mai? Mun is being beaten nearly to death by someone,' he exclaimed.

At that moment, I was startled and ran out in fear:

'What...what happened, dad..Is Mun okay?'

Oh my! Seeing Mun's eyes drooping from exhaustion, head covered in blood, I felt both pity and fear. Could it be that when those cries began, Mun was being attacked? Oh my! What have I done, my indifference must have led to this. At that moment, I cried, I cried for Mun, for my anger towards myself, and my hatred towards those cruel people. They were so heartless just for a drink. How could they be so ruthless?

I helped Mun up, pouring milk from the carton into her mouth little by little. The wound from the blow was quite deep, so it took a while for Mun to fully recover. Since then, I've paid more attention to Mun, no matter how busy I am, I always make sure to care for her.

That incident happened a long time ago, but even now, recalling it still sends shivers down my spine. I hope Mun and I will have more time together.

3. Describe a memorable experience with a pet animal you love, template number 3 (Standard)

We have various kinds of pets at home, such as dogs, cats, buffaloes, ducks, but my favorite is the mother hen that my grandma has been raising since it was just a cute little chick until now. I still remember a memorable experience with this mother hen, and until now, I always feel grateful and sorry for her.

I wasn't very fortunate as my parents died in a tragic accident when I was born, so I've been living with my grandma ever since I was young. Back then, my grandma was still healthy, so she used to work as a laborer, cultivating fields to earn money for our living expenses and my education. In recent years, due to old age, my grandma's health has been declining, and she can no longer do heavy work, so she stays at home taking care of the pig and chicken herds. That year, as winter approached, the cold weather caused many of the dozens of chickens my grandma raised to die slowly, leaving only two roosters and one hen. As Tet (Lunar New Year) was approaching, seeing everyone else having new clothes, I begged my grandma to buy me some. My grandma was very hesitant because she intended to let the hen hatch the eggs, then raise the chicks so she wouldn't have to buy another flock, but perhaps out of love for me and concern for my hardship, she took those eggs to the market to sell, then bought me a brand new outfit. I was very happy, showing off to my friends in the neighborhood. But when I got home, seeing the mother hen all alone in the nest, without any eggs by her side, I felt extremely guilty. My own desire and demand had separated the mother hen and the future of those eggs, extinguishing all hopes of my grandma's future chicken flock. I was scared and cried a lot, clinging to my grandma and saying:

- I'm sorry, grandma, I was wrong

Grandma smiled warmly at me:

- It's okay, dear. The mother hen will lay more eggs, and in the next generation, you and I will be able to sow the seeds again.

Although grandma said that to comfort me, my heart still felt remorseful, feeling sorry for grandma and the mother hen. Mother hen, I'm sorry! I apologize to you deeply!

Sample essay about the most memorable experience with my favorite pet

4. Narrate a memorable experience with a beloved pet, sample 4:

Everyone's childhood is associated with a cute pet, whether it's a turtle, a bird, or a cat... For me, my childhood is intertwined with brave Phi Phi, the mixed-breed dog.

Phi Phi is a brave mixed-breed Beagle that I... found in the park! Here's the story: about a year ago, one afternoon, I was jogging in the park. While running, I heard a faint whimper from the bushes. Curious, I peeked into the foliage and saw a small, frail dog lying in a cardboard box. Feeling sorry for him, I brought him home. To my surprise, when I brought Phi Phi home, my parents not only didn't scold me but also urged me to get milk for him! Now, Phi Phi has grown up a lot. His fur is sleek black, his four legs tall and strong. His ears are always perked up, listening to every sound around. His nose always seems to be sniffing everything. Phi Phi is very obedient and courageous. At night, he always lies outside the porch.

With Phi Phi outside, my whole family can sleep peacefully. Then, one day, something happened, and my family deeply felt Phi Phi's courage and loyalty. It was a cold, windy winter night. As usual, Phi Phi was guarding outside the porch. My family was sleeping when suddenly we heard Phi Phi barking fiercely, the sound of him struggling with the leash. My dad quickly got up and gently grabbed a stick before heading outside. At the end of the garden, a suspicious figure was moving. Seeing movement, the intruder hurriedly climbed the wall to escape. Dad shouted to the neighbors and chased after the thief. Phi Phi also jumped up, the leash was stretched to the limit. Dad chased the thief, suddenly, the thief turned around and kicked dad hard. Losing balance, dad fell down. Taking advantage of the moment, the thief pinned dad down, pulled out a knife from his right hand, and swung it.

At that moment, Phi Phi dashed in out of nowhere and bit onto the thief's knife-wielding hand, refusing to let go despite the attacker's pushes and kicks. The scuffle came to a halt when neighbors rushed in to restrain the thief. While my mom helped my dad inside, she reminded my sisters and me to get milk for Phi Phi and bring him indoors. After that day, Phi Phi became famous throughout the neighborhood for his 'owner rescue' story. The captured thief later confessed to many thefts he had committed. My family and Phi Phi were even commended for their bravery!

Phi Phi still lives with my family until now. He is always pampered and cherished by everyone, especially me. Despite being a dog, Phi Phi has many valuable lessons for us to learn, don't you think, folks?

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Outline: Tell about a memorable experience with a beloved pet

5. Tell about a memorable experience with a beloved pet, model number 5:

Bun is an adorable cat. Back in fourth grade, as a reward for my academic achievements, my parents bought me a striped gray cat, a pet I adore. At first, Bun was quite shy, only staying in the corner, observing and feeling melancholic. During meals, Bun would eat a few bites and then continue its nap. After a while, when it adapted to the new environment, Bun became the jester of the house. Sometimes, Bun would play with a ball, pushing it around, or use its nose to bat a marble back and forth. Despite its playful antics, Bun is quite thoughtful! Bun and I understand each other the most. Whenever I study, Bun would stick around, sometimes climbing onto the table to play with my pens, other times curling up next to me to sleep. Oh, Bun is so adorable! Sometimes, I sit and admire Bun, noticing its unique beauty. Its sleek gray fur, interspersed with black stripes, and its perky ears occasionally twitching as if listening intently to something.

With round sparkling eyes that stood out were two shiny black eyes. The pink nose always seemed talented at sniffing. Whenever there was an alert, Bun's feet swiftly rushed to the scene, but never made a sound because the layer of flesh on its feet was very soft and smooth. Bun's temperament was even more adorable. Whenever I was happy, Bun would frolic with me. Bun would climb trees and then jump down, run around, occasionally scratch me lightly, or sometimes nip at my pants and then run away as if scared of me chasing it. In tender moments, Bun would curl up in my arms, demanding that I stroke its fur from the corner of its eye to its ears. When I was sad or sick, looking at my face, Bun seemed to understand. It seemed to want to share my sadness. It would lie down next to me quietly, not playing around like usual. I would smile and say softly: 'I'm not mad at you, my dear cat!'. But Bun would still act upset. Indeed, what a mischievous cat! Throughout that time, Bun was my best friend, both in joy and sorrow. I must say, Bun was my best friend during elementary school. After completing elementary school, I had to move to a boarding school, so I had to leave Bun. Before leaving, my family and Bun gathered together, enjoying a warm meal.

People were smiling and cheerful, but I prepared delicious treats for Bun. The next day, when we said goodbye, everyone was in tears. I cried, my mother cried, and then I had to leave, but there was Bun, reluctant to let go. At that moment, I cried even louder and ran quickly onto the car, ignoring Bun's bewildered look and letting out a 'meow'. Over time, I eagerly awaited each day to return to my family and Bun, even if it was just for two days. Every time I returned, Bun was so happy, it always stayed by my side, never leaving, even climbing onto my bed and snuggling under the covers to sleep with me. Time passed like that until one day I received news that Bun had passed away suddenly due to illness. My nose tingled, I hid in a corner, tears streaming down my face, I cried, remembering Bun. A best friend, always there for me when I was happy or sad, now leaving me so casually. And I silently wished Bun 'on the other side of the world' would always be as happy as the days playing with me.

'Bun, I love you so much'. Even now, when I'm sad, I think of Bun. And remembering the days with Bun, my heart tightens. 'Why are there such adorable animals in the world?'

6. Tell about a memorable experience with a beloved pet, model number 6:

'Meow...meow...meow' every day, whenever I sit down to study, the cat always comes and rests its head on my feet. It's the cat my grandmother gave me last year.

The cat just turned one year old and its name is MiMi. She is a female cat breed. MiMi wears a yellow coat with a few white spots, making her coat even more beautiful. She loves playing with my tennis ball. Her head is as round as a milk jug. Her eyes sparkle like two marbles and shine like headlights. Her small pink nose is always moist. MiMi's mouth is adorable. Despite her appearance, she has sharp teeth inside, which look scary when she growls. Her triangular ears are always erect to listen attentively. She just got her ears pierced!

She detects even the slightest noise. Her white whiskers on both sides of her cheeks make MiMi look majestic. Her slender legs help her move gracefully like a model walking the runway. But when MiMi needs to run, she runs very fast. Under her feet is a small, soft cushion, and hidden within that cushion is a set of sharp claws, her deadliest weapon. There was a time when those claws left marks on my hand when I played with her. Oh! her tail is so flexible! Her tail is like a signature that can't be hidden anywhere. In the summer, in the mornings, MiMi often goes outside to sunbathe in the yard. She licks her tongue over her smooth golden fur and plays with her shadow. In winter, MiMi often curls up in a fur blanket for a deep sleep. Especially when she sleeps, her tail always beats rhythmically, looking cute!

Beautiful as she is, when hunting mice, she looks like a warrior. One day, I saw MiMi lying behind the rice container waiting to catch a mouse. A little mouse came near the rice cooker, unaware. Suddenly, with a leap, MiMi grabbed the mouse firmly in her sharp claws. So MiMi had a delicious and satisfying meal.

I adore MiMi and consider her my closest friend. After intense study sessions, I often play with her. I always share my joys and sorrows with MiMi. She's not just a pet given to me by my grandmother; she's also the best 'Mouse Slayer' I've ever raised.

Tell about a memorable experience with a beloved pet in Grade 8

7. Tell about a memorable experience with a beloved pet, model number 7:

When I was little, my parents, my older siblings, and I lived together in a house with our grandparents and uncle. Back then, our family was gifted a very cute puppy by an acquaintance. Its name was Si To - a name that existed before Si To officially became a member of our family.

I remember coming home to Si To, a cute little dog with fluffy brown fur that was irresistibly charming. His eyes sparkled like black jewels, round and inviting. His tiny nose was always wet, and his ears stood tall, always listening. His adorable tail wagged in sync with his short, chubby steps, making him look incredibly agile. As time passed, Si To grew bigger and closer to everyone, his graceful demeanor enhancing his beauty. I vividly recall every time Ngoc Ngan and I returned from kindergarten, Si To would be waiting eagerly at the gate, his eyes fixed on us. My parents would open the door, and Si To would leap in joy, his enthusiasm heartwarming! My father would close the door, and Ngoc Ngan and I would pet his silky fur, truly enjoying Si To lying down and looking up, making a soft 'woof' sound as if to say 'hello, sisters' - a friendly gesture, adorable indeed! At that moment, I would say, 'Si To, wait for us to put away our bags!' Then Ngoc Ngan and I would rush inside to put our bags away, informing our grandparents about our day. Afterward, grandma would bring me Si To's afternoon snacks.

Ngoc Ngan and I fed Si To. He ate slowly, not very hungry, I suppose. Then I poured half a box of milk from the fridge into Si To's bowl, and he sipped it slowly. After eating, Ngoc Ngan and I cuddled Si To and played with him. Then dad bathed Si To and dressed him up. He looked so adorable, like a 'little princess'! And every day, our bond grew stronger without any mishaps. Si To was a playful but lovable and friendly dog, the small protector of our home. Though 'small but mighty.' Whenever there was a sound or a stranger, Si To barked loudly throughout the house.

And one sad day! That day when I was still in second grade, around nine o'clock in the evening, my family fed Si To dinner, and he was lying outside. At that time, the main door was slightly open because my sister had just gone out to buy something nearby and would return soon, so the door was left ajar. Then my father intended to take Si To inside, but he was nowhere to be found. My father asked everyone where Si To was, but no one knew. I remembered earlier my sister went out, and I heard Si To barking loudly, but I thought it might be the neighbors or some older kids passing by, so I didn't pay much attention, and then I didn't hear the dog barking at all. And then I, Ngoc Ngan, dad, uncle, and brother went looking around and asked if anyone had seen him, and some said they hadn't, and some said a young man in his twenties came into the house and went out carrying a backpack, but I thought it might be one of our relatives, so I didn't pay much attention. I remembered clearly that no one in our house wore such clothes. Then my father thanked them, and he said, 'Let's go home, if they've taken Si To, we won't find him!'. We went home, and Ngoc Ngan

was very sad because the dog was very cute and close to us sisters. At that time, it was the first time I felt empty knowing that I had permanently lost a very kind and friendly best friend.

I will always remember the adorable and amusing sight of Tí Nị. Since then, my family hasn't kept dogs anymore, not because we stopped loving them, but because we feared the same thing would happen again, and it would be heartbreaking to see our gentle, lovable pet taken away by someone else.

My parents gave our house a small dog when I was in fourth grade. Because I was still young, I didn't have many memories, but there's one story that has stayed with me until now.

I named him Tiny. He was a Chihuahua, but not large. His coat was a cute earthy yellow, looking very adorable. His physique was balanced: a broad chest, a slim belly, four small legs, a petite head like a fluffy ball, ears that perked up when needed to listen. His short snout and keen sense of smell made Tiny very smart. It seemed like he could understand human language, comprehend his owner's intentions. At home, I didn't usually feed Tiny, but he still stuck to me, showing signs of jealousy at times. During the day, Tiny would lie in the cool courtyard or find a soft spot to rest, propping his muzzle on his front paws, eyes half-closed. At that time, he wasn't asleep but was guarding the house. At the slightest sound or passing shadow, he would raise his head, ears perked up, listening intently. Though small, Tiny's bark echoed far, as if every house could hear it, sometimes playfully scolding. When a stranger entered the house, he would bark incessantly, then lie quietly, watching the stranger, seeming to assess if they had any ill intentions. Tiny was quite fierce, so not many dared to pat his head.

8. Here is a memorable story about my beloved pet, template number 8:

Yet, for my family, it was very gentle. It often expressed affection by wagging its tail or lying still on the ground, then lifting its head, its eyes sparkling, awaiting instructions. Initially, I didn't fully trust Tí Nị's ability to guard the house, not that I underestimated it, but I just felt a bit uneasy. However, after that, burglars rarely dared to enter our house. Previously, there were many thieves in our neighborhood, but once when Tí Nị spotted a thief, its loud barking woke my father up. Hearing someone and a dog barking, the thief left behind his flashlight and sandals to escape. Every time I came home, it would lie in front of the door, waiting and listening for the familiar sound of my car. And before I could even see Tiny's face, it would already spot me and come running out, wagging its tail.

Its tail at the time had to be called wagging, its front legs reaching out as if to embrace me. Its mouth making sounds of joy and excitement. Its eyes full of sincere expression, how could I not be moved? And so, as the days passed, I grew fond of it more and more. Four years ago, it left me. It was no longer by my side. That night, I was at home with my parents. I was playing with Tí Nị when suddenly it barked and ran out onto the street. I chased after it, only to witness... Tí Nị being run over by a car. At that moment, I was in disbelief, then the driver of the car circled back and ran over it again, causing Tí Nị to bite its tongue off. I couldn't do anything but watch that heartbreaking scene. The driver fled, leaving me standing there, crying. Hearing my cries, my parents rushed out to see what had happened, and the neighbors started gathering around. At that moment, it seemed like I had lost all sense, not knowing anything anymore. My mother said she later buried it. When I woke up and didn't see Tí Nị, I cried out, and my parents had to comfort me and get me another dog.

I was also quite surprised because the second dog in our house had the same appearance and personality as Tí Nị. I think perhaps Tí Nị's soul had entered this dog's body. It was truly a loyal dog, wanting to be by my side. And after Tí Nị's incident, I kept it locked inside the house. If it was 'kidnapped' or anything else happened again, I... might have died. Therefore, I just pray that it will live forever with my family.

I will take care of it like my own sibling. Thank you for showing me how loyal dogs can be, Tí Nị.

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