The day I chose her to be my pet
She passed away looking straight in our eyes, like a silent good bye. She did not suffer, that is our greatest comfort. But I simply cannot forget how, while drawing her last breath she locked her eyes on our sad faces like wishing to die with us in her mind. I knew she loved me in spite of her numerous bitchy moments and repeated bites she'd occasionally grant me with.
She was one temperamental bitch, but her love and loyalty was overwhelming. I keep seeing her in the house, I have the feeling that I hear her mildly whimpering like when she'd ask for her treat or a trip outside. Honestly, I had no idea I would suffer so much for losing her. She was not my favorite pet, I am sorry to say that but she was not. She was mean, she'd constantly pick on the other pets and even the day she died she chased the cats away from the food tray. But for 12 years she has been a constant presence in my life, comforting me when I'd cry (whenever she'd see me cry she'd come to me suffocating me with her licking) and expressing an amazing joy when we'd return home from a longer outing.I just can't stop from crying. I truly hope we shall meet again...
