Special Pet [Sept. 1]

A pet is a domesticated animal kept for companionship or amusement. Everybody, even when it was once in a lifetime, has a pet, a special pet; you can have so many pet, but there’s one that is special for you, the one that you love the most, the one that you love to be with, the one that you trust your most hidden secrets, the one with who you talk everyday believing that he/she can understand you. I had a special pet too, but I lost him.

          His name was “Peluche”, he was a little boy, a puppy, when I had him. He was one of a pair of puppies that my mother’s dog, “Peevee”, had. My mother’s said that Peluche was me in dog, I think she was right. Peluche was a little lazy, cute, quiet, friendly, shy, small, intelligent, etc.; but “Shan”, his brother, was totally different. Shan was active, pretty, noisy, pompous, silly, etc. They were very, very, very different, like my sister and me; they were us in puppies. I loved Peluche so freaking much; he was my only friend when I was a child.

We passed all the day playing, running and sleeping together, but all that changes one day. My grandma’s dog died, and she was very sad so I ask her if she wants Peluche, leastwise I’ll see him monthly, but she denied my offer. In a way, that make me happy because Peluche would stay with me, but in other way, I felt sad for my grandma. Peluche and I were happy together. One day that Peluche and Shan was with their mother, a man with his son comes to Ita’s house (Ita is my mother’s mother) and the boy saw them. He tells his father that he wants one, and his father told it to Ita, so Ita called me. I go with them and saw the boy with a sad face.  Ita ask me, in front of the boy and his father, if I can give Peluche to the boy. I was in shock with her question; the man and his son staring at me. I stammered a yes, without knowing what I was saying because I was still in the shock. The boy smiled and jumps happily, his father smiled too and go whit the boy for my puppy. I saw when they go with my puppy in the hands of the boy; a few of minutes after they go, I go to my bedroom and started to cry. That’s was one of the worst days of my life. Even when I remembered it, I can’t avoid the tears.