There is something so sad about the word 'memory'. It depicts all that was and maybe, is no more. I do not know why everytime I hear that word, it dances towards my ears like a sad woman in search of her lost lover on the dance floor. Whenever I think of the word, all that I can remember is his warm embrace and ever happy mood.
Sometimes, I get sad and blame myself for his death. They say that sometimes, the only way to show you love someone is to let them go. I felt that I needed to let him go so that he could be with Betty. We were best of buddies but there was a limit to what I could do for him, he really needed his own kind of woman. Till date, I still have not forgiven myself.
I remember that very day, when I opened the gates of my house and let my dog Terry run out to the stray dog which the community had named Betty, to have some fun. I watched as he ran to the love of his life and almost as he reached her, he went up in the air. Hit by the sanitation truck, Terry came down to the hard tar, bleeding to death. I still remember how I watched him die.
Sometimes, I get sad and blame myself for his death. They say that sometimes, the only way to show you love someone is to let them go. I felt that I needed to let him go so that he could be with Betty. We were best of buddies but there was a limit to what I could do for him, he really needed his own kind of woman. Till date, I still have not forgiven myself.
I remember that very day, when I opened the gates of my house and let my dog Terry run out to the stray dog which the community had named Betty, to have some fun. I watched as he ran to the love of his life and almost as he reached her, he went up in the air. Hit by the sanitation truck, Terry came down to the hard tar, bleeding to death. I still remember how I watched him die.
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