Today I Buried a Part of My Life, Today I Buried a Friend
It was a cloudy afternoon in May. We had just left the cafe and were driving home to spend the rest of the afternoon watching movies and enjoying each other's company. We had been dating for four months and I was happier than I’d ever been.
Although we were both in our mid-twenties, we still lived with our parents. We used to have lunch at our respective homes, and then I would pick her up and drive to a friend’s cafe. We typically spent about an hour there before heading out.
A recent relationship, but already with a few routines.
But on that afternoon, under the muted skies, we were about to stumble upon something that would change our lives for years to come.
Fooled by a Leash
We left the cafe and drove up the street, turning left at the top. A few seconds later, I hit the brakes.
A young puppy with dark hair and a little red leash was sitting in the middle of the road, looking at us with the saddest look you can imagine.
He must be lost — I said to my girlfriend — he has a leash, he must have escaped from someone!
