Staring at this rectangular object in front of me, four people are trying their best to make me laugh. They do things which normal people won't even dare trying. They burst out laughing even if what they said is total bullshit. I reach for the controller and try checking out another program that can catch my attention. Something worthy of the time I'm already wasting, lying here waiting for that one to arrive home from somewhere I don't know of. The second I change the channel, a familiar face is being displayed. He has the same feature as the one I cherish the most. I sigh heavily, kinda worry of his current location. Where did he go?
It has been three years since I've met him. I was drowning that time, not only because of the rain, but also the anger I felt towards myself. I was ready to jump, ready to end my life, and he stopped me. He stays with me since then. He stands behind me like his life belongs only to me. I've never met something more precious than him. I will never leave him even if it meant my life, that is how precious he is to me.
I sighed again. I also miss my family. The way we laugh at our simple conversations is something nothing can be replaced. The way they turn arguments into something so stupid is their way to calm the strife. If only that accident did not happen, they would still be here with me. We will all be sitting here in front of the television, mocking these programs that seems to be unfit to be called a show. My brother, starting to make some noises which will kill our boredom. My mom, calling on a phone to have some delivery that will suit her most. My dad, that will only watch while all of us is making dumb of ourselves. It is idiotic but it is really fun. It is simple, yet it is really lovely. Oh, how I longed for that situation to come back, how I miss attachments like that. The liquid on my eyes starts flowing on my cheeks all the way to my chin.
I don't know how long I've been distracted by their memories when I hear a murmur behind me. It's him, staring at me with a very concerned look. He licks the tears on my eyes as if telling me to stop it right away and that I am not alone. I know that. He is here, he is always with me. I hug him; his fur is making me really comfortable. He does not mind. He just stays quietly, sitting and sniffing. Yes, he is just a dog, like any other dog out there. His feature is also the same as the other. He looks the same with most of them, although his right foot is gone. It is gone because of me, because he saved me three years ago. Instead of me hitting by a car, it was him. My memories are blurry, but all I know is that I am breathing now because of him. My one and only dog. But rather than a dog, I prefer to call him Max. That is his pet name.
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