I realized that one day I would return home and he would not be there.
When I lost my dog, I carried her body out of the police station in a plastic package. She is German, so the package is quite large.
Because I kept her in front of me and I slowly walked down the corridor, the people who were holding on to their possessions lowered their heads, pulling their loved ones towards them.
We’re trying to forget the unavoidable, and that should be fine.
But no matter how we feel about it, the day comes and it’s time to farewell.
They are easy currently. I remember hollowing out a hole in a dark tree, there was time, and the earth was heavy, I scored it a little.
I distinctly remember dropping the box into the hole, holding my hands in it, rejecting to let go. But I was forced.
The similar one goes for Roman from Chicago. He lost his relative Toby not so long ago.
Trying to cope with his sorrow, Roman visits the photographs where Toby stayed to get home from work, and they perfectly capture their powerful connection.
Roman said that Toby is very nice. “In fact, if he roared, then he didn’t smell like anyone. As a matter of fact, when the kids were impolite to him, he was very amiable with them.
The lower they went, the lower he let them go.
And he really protected everyone. Nonetheless, he tried to pause them by standing on his back legs and on top of the person, trying to divert them if he spotted someone quarreling or fighting.
He was so cute.
And people are really inspired. He liked being surrounded by people.“
“He hanged fire there eleven times a day. “I realized that once I would return home and he would not be there.”
Roman, who presently assists run a middle-sized trucking company, was an oculist and was usually away from home for eight to ten hours. “He found out when I came home. He has a premonition.
He will be at the window next to the door. Before I actually went inside, I heard him giggling delightedly outside.
He tried to climb on me, sway my face, it was just a package of clear arousal.”
