I don't think I ever wrote about this, but in June, my mom received, as a gift, a little dog just like Lala, who had died six months before. I got so angry because I didn't want another dog in my house, replacing Lala just like that! And they looked exactly alike!
I tried so hard not to get attached with her, but she was so lovely and always kept on playing with me, and coming to me, so it was stronger than me, and I started loving her. I called her Wave because I live near the beach, and as you know, I love the ocean. And so does she.
We spent long moments at the beach, and I could see how much it meant to her.
She's a Golden retriever and she's beautiful, polite, kind and a nice company. I have no idea of what it had been my life without her since I came back home from Lisbon. I mean, I have no one. I feel completely lonely and empty. But she's there for me. We spend time together, at the beach, walking at the seaside... she's my reason to go out.
But the last time she went out to the beach with my dad, she ate a dead seagull. And she got sick. The doctor said she was poisoned and that she could die. She has been at the vet since last week, and only yesterday she tried to walk, and she gave two steps. Nothing else. She has no strength. I really hope she gets better, or I'm not sure I'll survive the rest of the year.
(she was sleeping very deeply on this pic)
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