RE: Day 1969: 5 Minute Freewrite: Tuesday - Prompt: on his lap

This word reminds me of my first and only dog ​​that I had as a pet. For security reasons I will not mention his name, but he had a very cute and funny name. I remember how he always rested on my mother's lap, or on mine. He was one of those small dog breeds that have the characteristic of being very squeaky. She barked all the time, and she was a girl, but very sweet, she looked at me with her tender eyes and I will always remember the moment my father decided to give her up for adoption, because she was very old and sick, and my parents could no longer take care of her. further. Me, I didn't want to take responsibility, and today I feel like I'm a horrible person because of it. Mistakes that one makes in life, and now, years later, it hurts a lot.

I remember my little dog the last day I saw her, with her tender eyes in hers, her traveling bag, she knew that something bad was happening and that they would separate us from her. That image will never leave my mind. When they separated me from her.