You spun around one too many times before finding the right position to lie down.
After a few minutes, you’d finally relax, stretching out before exhaling with a deep sigh.
Then I’d fall asleep, lulled by your heavy breathing.
Tonight, I fall asleep, letting my thoughts escape to you:
“Come Choco, join me and let’s go for a walk together, just the time of a dream.”
One morning in January… after long weeks spent in a cage following your abandonment, you found yourself at home… YOUR home.
We had to get to know each other, understand each other and trust each other. It took me many months to convince you that you would be safe, loved and protected… until your last breath.
A few hikes later, we had become inseparable.
J.R. Ackerley said:
“The dog has only one purpose in life: to offer his heart.”
I gave you a home and you gave me your heart. Thank you, Choco!
To you, Choco, for all the times you’ve taken the tube, patiently ducked under a seat, kindly removed your paw when a passenger’s foot nearly crushed it, stood when you were dying to lie down… to all the escalators you’ve always refused to use and all the stairs we’ve climbed up and down countless times.
