Guess where I’ve been last Friday night? That place where I saw you for the first time, and took you home from an hour later. That’s a sad place down there. It looked nice and well equipped and all kinds of services seem to run nicely, but the residents looks sad, and hopeful, and more sad. I remember how excited you were when I came to meet you.
And next day I walked through a much happier place, a massive off-leash park with so many dogs running through snow, and I remembered you, and thought you’d love that too.
And I also remembered what day was coming around in connection to you because in four day would be two years since we don’t have you in our lives (which was yesterday). Lots of things to think, to recall.
And you are still with us, in our memories. In the stories that your toys we still keep tell. In the places you lived to go to and play at. In your pictures at our home. In the pictures and videos your mom and I find on our phones and share with one another.
I miss you, master fluffy playing kind kid.
Trezvennost II 