My funeral
That same afternoon they called me so that I could go and take my dog body back. When I entered the room and I saw it it was a real agony, it looked like a big and old rag doll sewn up a thousand times!
“Poor little body of mine” I thought touched when I saw it, barely keeping my tears in “you really were perfect.”
“Beautiful, muscular, proportionate. How many runs we have done together, how many things… and look where I am now instead, prisoner of this dump! I have to wear glasses otherwise I can't see anything, I can't speak nor ride a bike, I even struggle to open a trivial bottle of water. If I had known that everything was so b****y difficult, I would've never wished to have hands…”
The veterinary who made the autopsy assigned it to me so that I would provide for the fu
