I see a dog
Every Friday when I'm returning from tuition
It's not just any dog
It's actually a very very adorable dog
But that's not the point. The first time I saw it,
I squeeled and told my mum
" Mummy! The doggie so cute"
Yes, i speak to my mum really childish-ly Then, I stood up.
And suddenly, it ain't cute anymore.
It became pitiful. See,
the dog has only 3 legs.
It walks by moving its two front paws
then, it jumps using its one good hind leg
its bad leg's limping behind. "Oh my god! Doggie only has three legs!" It might not sound sad
But you have to be there to witness it for yourself to actually understand it.
Or maybe it's simply because I grew up in a sheltered protected bubble
That I find this heartbreaking My mum had to keep her eye on the road,
On the dog
and on me at the same time. She must've seen the look on my face. "Look at the bright side
Even though the dog's crippled,
At least it could still walk right?
Look, it's running around with its friends
And he's just as fast as they are.
That's a dog's life.
It will try to continue living no matter what.
I'll show you something when we get home." And this is what she showed me. 
Dog imitating human? The truth is.. 
This dog has only 2 legs.
Yet, it could still survive.
It learned to walk on 2 paws.
To survive.
*Reminds me of our trails essay. LOLX*
Where there's a will, there's a will. 
Look how happy it is.
Dogs are amazing. It's little wonder why they're called man's best friend. I remember when I was little, I used to talk to brownie. He stayed at the porch in my old house back then. Whenever I'm sad in the middle of the night, I'll walk down to talk to him. I told him every detail of my life.He doesn't judge, he just listens. I doubt that he ever understood what I said. But then again, don't be too sure about yourself. Now that we've shifted, it's hard to talk to him in private anymore. He has his own house at the back of the house now and I'm in the main house. The only time he's let out is at night but I couldn't talk to him in private either. Everyone's downstairs looking at us play. I can't go down in the middle of the night either. The house's armed. It's hard. I've went through so much for the past few years. Adolenscence, Confussion, Crushes, Heartbreaks, Betrayal, Secrets, Lies.
There's just so much I want to tell him
Everything would be all right if I could just talk to him
Everything would be all right looking into his big brown eyes
Everything would be all right when he's around
Confussions will be solved
Questions will be answered
My head will be cleared Somehow, I feel like I've lose my best friend.
I miss talking to him.
I miss watching TV with him.
I miss patting him at night.
I miss tucking him in a blanket at night only to find that he's chewed it in the morning.
I miss opening the sliding door a little to see him squeez in.
I miss sneaking him fruits when I don't like them.
I miss brownie.
I really do. no, he's not dead. | 
