One night, he walked out.
I peeped through the eyehole and watched him walk away.
It killed me & soon enough;
I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks…
It is so silly how I cried, without even realising.
Sitting on the floor.
Sobbing.
When I opened my eyes, I saw her sitting beside me.
She knew I was hurt.
She knew I wouldn’t complain about it.
She came close to me… without speaking to me.
She touched me…
It was a moment when I looked into her black eyes.
Eyes that didn’t cry with me yet were somehow connected to my pain.
Her eyes were so calm and innocent…
She slowly sniffed and sat on my lap;
she gently sniffed my face. And without making a sound,
she just kept looking at me.
She was my dog daughter.
The only person that night who made me smile.