A tiny rain drop danced as it fell down my window into the cold hard roof making a splat sound. Although it was past midnight I couldn't sleep. My sudden thirst made me turn away to go to the kitchen to satisfy my body and its need for water. I heard whimpering although I thought I had imagined this it became increasingly clear I hadn't when the noise had got louder the closer I got to the back door.
Clearly terrified I grabbed the nearest weapon which was my dear sisters high heeled shoe. My parents were on a date so they had been out late. My sister was at sleep over and I was alone if it were an intruder I would not survive that was for sure. Scared out of my mind I reached for the door handle with a shaky hand and pulled it open with force only to reveal something I had never expected.
On the carpet there he stood. His hair all wet from the rain . His eyes gazed at mine in an almost pleading gaze just hoping for shelter even if it was just for one night. After his pleading eyes won over my distrust I let him in. His eyes filled with absolute joy as he bounced into my home. After having dried his hair with a towel I arranged a small spot on the couch for him to sleep on. After showing him to his bed for the night I headed to my room imaging of an explanation for my parents when they get home.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of over-laped shouting. Rubbing my eyes from sleep diversion I headed to where the noise came from. The sight that waited for me was not pleasant my parent had been too sleepy last night to notice him but they sure had today. And they were all now turned towards me as though they wanted an explanation.smiling sheepishly I been to explain the events from last night and are unusual meeting. After a long exhausting hour of cryinand pleading they finally agreed to let him stay unless someone came looking for him and finally he was my responsibility.
I never knew his name so I called him Jake. From then on he meant the world to me. We did almost everything together. Most of my firsts were with him. He was there to comfort me when I cried. He was there when I fell in love. When I got heartbroken. He was there on the faithful day I got married. He was always there till that very unfaithful day. It had been twelve years since we met I had gone out for work that day and when I had returned home he did not run out and greet me. The food had been left untouched. Sudden fear spread into my heart as I called his name but he did not answer. With tears streaming down my face I looked for him shouting his name as loud as I can while running around our house. I found him hidden in the closet. Speaks of blood strained the mattress causing me to panic. My panic only increased as I saw him coughing up more blood.I hurried him to the car and rushed our way to the clinic. They tried so hard to save him. But he didn't make it. I chocked on my tears as we buried him under the sweet smelling dogwood tree in our garden.
From then on I was never the same again. Everybody had noticed this. Even I had but I continued with life. Me and my husband had two children. They grew up and left the country. After that we grew old. My husband and I lived in our life till a little later he died. We buried him in a church near our peaceful little house. Then I lived the rest of my life alone.
Its spring here now. The dogwood flowers have bloomed and their sent fills are garden . My daughter had moved in to my house with her husband. Now and year later I have finally left the world. In my will I had stated I be buried in my own garden so my family buried me under the same dogwood tree I had buried him. Now sixty years later we are finally reunited and we sitting together writing this tale for you to read as we watch my grandchildren case each other around the garden. I am happy now for I have seen him again. My lovely loyal dog I will love you forever and I hope you will love me too. And together we walked away ready to face our next lives. Knowing we will never be separated for the rest of eternity.
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This was inspired by my english teacher I hope you enjoy. Tell me what you think.
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