My buddy, my bestie
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Complete, First published Apr 09, 2022
One day, I started imagining "What if my pet would start talking"? 
Of course I would have been really suprised....It's something that I only have seen in movies,I can't even imagine to hear my pet speak. Even though I would want to. I would like to talk with  my dog. To share things together. To tell each other stories. But, the fact is that he can't talk. Still, I tell him stories every night before sleeping. I feel that he hears and understands me, even though he can't approve that by words. He expresses everything by feelings, face expressions etc. When he's sad, I can see it, and when I'm sad he always supports me and gives me heart. He tries to make me happy, and i see that he wants to tell me "Don't be sad"! 
Also,  he gives me hugs, and kisses. 
Everytime I leave my house, he knows that. 
And also when I come back home, he knows, and  knows the stamp of my feet. 
He can't stay without me at all, and I can't  stay without him too. We both miss each other a lot, when we're not together. 
My life is just unbearable without my buddy.
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