May 26th. I had a tradition to walk around my city and eating a cheeseburger or two on this day. In 2019 my beloved pitty was already on the death door from the blood cancer. They gave us 2 weeks to 6 months when they diagnosed it. And it was on early January. It was 2019. 26th May. I still decided to go for the walk. It was sunny, as usual. After 10 mins of the walk it started raining from nowhere, from almost clean sky. It was a call for me that I must return home and I did. I read to him my favorite book - Captain Blood. Listened some music. The dog died on my hands at the evening. His heart finally stopped. I have photos from the day. Me and him. His ash is still in the apartment because I promised to show him the sea at least once. He was there for me when I was dying and he saved me. I was there for him, but I couldn't save him. I cry every 26th May from the day. I still want to scream. You were every single thing for me. I still love you and forever will. It was my birthday…
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