Remembrance Of My Dear Dog
Ohh my God!. I just remember the time when visiting a friend of mine, I suddenly saw that tiny but nice and chubby puppy, that looking at my face and wiggling his tail said welcome to me. It was love at first sight.
Since that moment, I was sure that we would spend our life sharing together. Hunting for chickens, running around the river’s shores and he also loved chasing our neighbors’ cows, hen and their children. That made people living in the same area to hate him because he kept growing and they considered him as a problem.
One day, he was eating at home. All of a sudden, he started chasing the motorcyclist and day after day he kept doing the same. But at the last time, he chased whatever he saw running by my house.
That was the last part in his life because that day was a rush with the army and there were a lot of big truck driving to the border in DR. and poor, nice and loved camu didn’t know what was happening and he tried to find it out chasing a big army truck, full of military men. So he tried to bite the truck’s tire. But, instead he was ran over. It was a frightening scene for everyone living in that home.
After the accident, he could only move his two front legs, all his body’s back area was smashed. People wanted me to kill him but I said not. His ayes were shining. He looked at me the same way he did it when I met him, I knew what he was trying to say, he agreed with my decision. I was dead sure that I could heal him to keep alive. Even though, I was sure he was not going to be the same again.
It was pretty hard for me to keep him alive but I did it and we shared for about five years of nice friendship at home. But, a friend of mine took advantages of a week of me being absent from home. He paid two guys to kill him and without any sorrow they hung him out and kept walking as lf nothing had happened.
Since that day I hate them more than the truck guys that ran over him.