When I first saw him, he was a small white puppy. My mother had bought him for me as my 20th birthday gift. We named him Shiny. I used to play with him like I was a 6 year old chap. Every evening we used to go to the park and I used to throw a tennis ball and he used to fetch it. He was my best friend. I would tell him stories even though he wouldn't understand them. He would just loll his head.
Early mornings on a weekend, I would take him to the beach and watch him play in the sunrise. He would get himself wet, roll around in the mud and come towards me. I could do nothing but laugh. Sometimes I would go into the sea for a swim, and I would watch as he paddles towards me.
Then afterwards, when I got a job, I would come home after noon to inspect and feed him and I would be off until four. Every time I used to set foot in the house, he would pounce on me like I were a magnet and I would fall down.
Then the time came when I got married to Hannah. She moved in and it was the three of us living together.
The playing time decreased and Shiny started to feel left out. For a long time, it was just the two of us, but now he felt that Hannah had taken his place. What Shiny didn't know what I loved him just as I loved Hannah. But I should have reserved some play time for Shiny because he went in front of a truck and was squashed like a watermelon and a hammer.
Keep in mind - Its not my story! :P
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