Since the one year that I’ve been home he has been my only companion. Living in a completely new town, I don’t know many people here, well, none my age, and all those times that I’ve been sad, teary eyed, I’ve hugged him like my one true friend. I have told him things even my mother doesn’t know. I’ve even cried keeping him in my lap. And he has always been the same, the silent, mute spectator, looking at me with his thoughtful eyes. We have played together numerous times and slept under one blanket like siblings. He is the only pet we’ve ever had. And I love him for being with me, for being a friend, a true companion.
My entry to the Weekly Photo Challenge.