Missing My Dog

Wake up, sadly, I dreamt of my dog again. She passed away nearly 4 years. A lovely one-year old dog. I have never dreamt such a sad dream. Here is the dream.

I played with my dog in the mountain. ( My hometown does have a lot of mountains, and this is the most normal scene where I can play with my dog afer her death.) All of a sudden, a huge polar bear ran at me. I was scared away while my dog jumped at the bear and bit its neck. But she is so small to face such a big monster. The bear smacked her heavily onto the ground with its big pawl. I stopped, and saw the bear snapping at her neck. It was bleeding. And my dog just looked at me without a blink. The bear disappeared, I ran to my dog, siezing her firmly with my arms and cried heavily for my cowardice.

My dog died at her second summer when I was grade one at high school. She was poisoned by the porridge mixed with rat poison outside my house when she sliped out of the door secretly . At that time, I was living in another house nearby my school which is a long distance away from my house by the sea where my dog lived. She lived with my parents. I went home once two weeks just to see her. when she was dying, my father is the only person who is with her. I was miles away. Father said she cried with mouth full of saliva when she was dying. He gave her a buria at sea... Two days after her death, just the day I would come back home to see her, Father told me her death. You know, what was my feeling at that time. I had nothing to do just cried. When I returned home, I looked for her everywhere, burbling her name, and collected her hairs from sofa to bed, all the evidence that proved we were together once. I put all her hairs into a iron box with the only two photos of her.

I miss her.