She

She was always in chains, because we did not have space for her to run around. From day till night, she sleeps, and barks occationally. She’s happiest when we let her run around, saddest when we had to chain her again.

She loves the grass, belly rubs on the grass. She’s keen and active, always trying to outrun me. She’s the happiest when she’s free, even if she’s tired. Sometimes I think she does not listen, but I guess she just doesn’t want to.

Dad used to cover her eyes and blows air to her face. She gets irritated but she still loves it. She’s always jumping around when we are back, wagging her tail like there’s no tomorrow. But sometimes she just lies there, lazying around, like there’s no bother in the world.

It hurts that she’s now gone, too sudden too soon. It’s not something I have come to terms with, nor something I’ve expected. I guess I never prepared myself for this.

Run wild and free in heaven, Jojo, at least you are not in chains now.