It was one life-changing experience, and I would never forget it. Everything fun begun from the first time we met, the year of our friendship building up, until something fairly poignant happened. It was a tragedy, and all I could think of was how much his heart was aching. I wanted him to know that he was a trustworthy, unique, caring, intelligent, and a loyal companion. However, he never got to know in time.
The day we met started from when I got home from school. I decided to go biking in my compound, since it was a peaceful, and breezy day. I hummed my favorite song, and stepped on the pedals to move the bike. Right that moment, I discovered just two houses away from mine, sat a puppy. From my distance, the ginger ale tinted fur was
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So I put my bike back in place, and tried to shoo him away. It didn’t work at all. Irritated, I picked him up as if he was only two text books light, and took him into his garage. Once I set him down and turned, he dashed over and started nipping me again. “Stop doing that!” I shouted, he backed off and blinked his innocent looking eyes at me. They seemed apologetic. For a long moment, we just stared at each other. Maybe he just wants to play. I paced over, and carefully squatted next to him. To my surprise, he stuffed his head underneath my arms. “Awwwww.” I said, while gently ruffling his fluffy fur. He made a whimpering noise and glimpsed at me with his gloomy eyes. For a long time, I just sat on the pavement petting him, listening to his depressing cries. That was the day we became friends, and the day that made a difference in my life.
I visited him daily when I got back from school. It’s been a week, and I already know a bunch about him. He doesn’t have a name, came from the countryside, his owners don’t care about him, and he is very lonely. At least he gets to run free in the compound. It felt like I was his owner, the one that actually cares about him. Day by day, our friendship thrived. There were so many memories to hold on to. For example, when I named him, it was about one month later. I was thinking hard, didn’t want to give him a common name. Abruptly, the idea popped into my head. “Gingerale!” I whispered as I clapped my hands together, he just tilted