Eulogy for Trowa
while walking on my way home, i saw a puppy which reminded me of my deceased dog trowa. the puppy looked just like my dog when he was a younger. light to medium brown fur. black snout. curled tail. and most of all, he has the same fiery attitude.
i miss my dog. i miss the way he stays up until i get home, and how he comes running to our gate when i get there. i miss how he used to stare at me and -though it may not be possible- make me feel he understands. i miss his bark. he would bark at and bite almost anyone that comes near him and our house, but never me. i come and i go, but he always remembers.
my dog died last may. but i didn’t immediately felt the impact of his death. it seeped through me, little by little, every time i come home and our other dog chacha doesn’t seem to mind me. when i wouldn’t have to make sure that he doesn’t follow me out of the gate. how i used to hate it when he goes out of our house and picks a fight with the other village dogs! he used to go home beaten with wounds, but that never showed in his bark. for our tiny dog had the bark of a Big Dog, probably the way his Dog Soul is Big and Proud and can Never Truly Be Beaten.
this entry is for trowa. fierce, loyal, brave trowa –one of the best dogs we would ever have. thank you.
