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vidoll-maedchen.livejournal.comThe yesterday that's ended
was the third-year anniversary of my dead dog, Wanko.
I'm usually working, eating my meals, or drinking Ruby, but
Right now, I'm not doing any of those usual habits and am looking at a photo of my dog.
I'm petty from the fact that three years ago I was raising him to not having raised him until the end.
I don't know the right way I was supposed to raise him, however
One month he abruptly died.
He was awfully white for a chihuahua.
In any case, I was in complete shock.
When it was me at that time, I might've been able to say "Taka daka, Wanko!"
In reality, his death was befallen on me and
Really, I treat myself badly about it.
Just now it's been three years since his death, but I haven't forgotten him at all.
As I thought, my dog's is probably become a dog again, or an insect, or a human.
It was tough for me that I wasn't able to utter a word
To say how my life that was influenced by him vanished at that time.
Having said that, when there's a brutal murder mentioned on the news,
When a lot of people die in another country,
The facts, however, just enter as information.
If I don't put a direction relation to those events to myself,
It can't be helped until the emotions come in.
That sort of thing happens.... I think.
Wanko's small bones were really hard to deal with at that time and
I deposited and laid his ashes in a metropolitan area.
For a year resided in my home.
My moods were gloomy narrow when I was at home all the time.
Now, though, the best place in my home is at the window.
When the walls are decorated in gloom,
It feels like he's here as a guardian deity that's close to me（ ・(ェ)・）ガウッ
was the third-year anniversary of my dead dog, Wanko.
I'm usually working, eating my meals, or drinking Ruby, but
Right now, I'm not doing any of those usual habits and am looking at a photo of my dog.
I'm petty from the fact that three years ago I was raising him to not having raised him until the end.
I don't know the right way I was supposed to raise him, however
One month he abruptly died.
He was awfully white for a chihuahua.
In any case, I was in complete shock.
When it was me at that time, I might've been able to say "Taka daka, Wanko!"
In reality, his death was befallen on me and
Really, I treat myself badly about it.
Just now it's been three years since his death, but I haven't forgotten him at all.
As I thought, my dog's is probably become a dog again, or an insect, or a human.
It was tough for me that I wasn't able to utter a word
To say how my life that was influenced by him vanished at that time.
Having said that, when there's a brutal murder mentioned on the news,
When a lot of people die in another country,
The facts, however, just enter as information.
If I don't put a direction relation to those events to myself,
It can't be helped until the emotions come in.
That sort of thing happens.... I think.
Wanko's small bones were really hard to deal with at that time and
I deposited and laid his ashes in a metropolitan area.
For a year resided in my home.
My moods were gloomy narrow when I was at home all the time.
Now, though, the best place in my home is at the window.
When the walls are decorated in gloom,
It feels like he's here as a guardian deity that's close to me（ ・(ェ)・）ガウッ
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