Sometimes it’s hard to write when you actually have something to say.
I found out this morning that my friend’s dog had died. It came as a shock because my friend had just returned from a two-week trip to the US the night before last, and her dog had jumped off the balcony just hours before she touched down.
“What if…?”, “I should’ve…”, “Maybe if I had…” – these are words that haunt us in the void left behind.
Shasta was Yuki’s first friend. Physically, they were polar opposites. He was big, black and male; she is small, white and female. But they got on famously. They had met only once and we were always planning a second meeting, but now it’s a meeting that’ll never be.