My faithful friend

A dog ... An animal, at first glance, no different from the others. But just make friends with her, start understanding her, rejoice together, and you will understand that a friend is closer than you can not find ... She will love you even if you do not pay any attention to it and if you come completely tired From work or school, she will understand. She just quietly come up to you, look at your shining eyes in your eyes and say, "Nothing master, I understand everything" ... they say, you are busy and there are more important things than I do. Sometimes you will give her time: you will play with her, walk or just sit together by the fireplace or in front of the TV ... Then it will seem to you that this is just a dog and she will always be with you, at any time and time, when You will be good or bad ... But time will go, years will give its, it will grow up, eventually grow old and ... sadly it does not sound ... it will die. ... Yes, yes, it will leave you, leave it all alone. And believe me, with it some part of you will leave ... After all, the connection of a dog and a man is like a strong and indissoluble chain ... You will be very sorry, mourn for the loss of your pet, eventually you will even get a new one, maybe switch to a cat or a parrot ... But in the heart there will be just that, your first dog, with which you were so happy and playing, spent the evenings, when you quarreled with your beloved person or friend. Your dog could listen better than any most qualified psychologist, but now he does not exist ... And it seems that life was cut short, but it continues, but without this nice creation ... And how to be further ...

My dog was called Bos ... Initially, it was bought not by me, but by my uncle, but later she became a full member of our family. So, he was our common dog. At first I was very afraid of him. I was a very small girl, who was only 3 years old, and he was a tiny three-month-old kitten who wanted to play and frolic no less than I did. I constantly ran from him, and he kept running up and licking my legs, and then it seemed to me that he wanted to bite me and so he chooses a tasty morsel on my leg or arm ... Yes, children, that they just will not seem . Once I decided to lower it from the high thresholds of the house so that he could run, but accidentally dropped it .... Dogs in general have a very good memory, and they remember everything to the smallest detail, and the next segment of life I was very afraid to approach him. So it continued until my 9th birthday, all this time I was very afraid of Bos, and when I had to go to the garden or the garden, I took a jug of water and tried to scare it with it. And he was afraid and left. Winter snowy evenings we played together, he was very fond of the snow. Bos began to row him under him, and I threw snowballs at him, and he jumped with it briskly. Now I understand that this snowball game was the best in my life. In 2007, there was a strong hail and rain in the summer, the elements inflicted great damage on us, the roof broke down, fruit and vegetables were broken .... Bosa got it when it started to rain heavily, he was, as always in this weather, in his booth, hail began to beat on the iron roof of his home, and it felt as though stones were falling from the sky ... After that, during heavy rains, he No longer climbed into the booth. He also loved to dig holes, for which he always drove my grandfather. He digs himself a hole and lies next to him, enjoying his creation. When he was allowed to run around the yard, he trampled grandmother's flowers, she was always very angry with him and scolded, but Bos only did what he saw with innocent eyes with a sense of regret and seemed to want to say "Mistress, it's not me, it's my instincts. Well, what can I do? "That's how the years went .... I was always very proud of them and often told him about it, but he understood everything. I do not know what I was so proud of, probably just because he's my dog, that he lives with us, and we love him so much. He often joked and naughty, but, despite all this, I did not cease to love him and never stop. February 8, 2012 Bos died, I was informed about this only the next day .... The whole day I was not myself, and in the evening I decided to write this story .... And I would very much like to have Bos understood and knew how much I love him and appreciate him, and that such a dog as he will never have! Eternal memory to you is my true friend ...