Grief day
May 26th.
I had a tradition to walk around my city and eating a cheeseburger or two on this day.
In 2019 my beloved pitty was already on the death door from the blood cancer.
They gave us 2 weeks to 6 months when they diagnosed it. And it was on early January.
It was 2019. 26th May.
I still decided to go for the walk. It was sunny, as usual. After 10 mins of the walk it started raining from nowhere, from almost clean sky.
It was a call for me that I must return home and I did.
I read to him my favorite book - Captain Blood. Listened some music.
The dog died on my hands at the evening. His heart finally stopped.
I have photos from the day. Me and him.
His ash is still in the apartment because I promised to show him the sea at least once.
He was there for me when I was dying and he saved me.
I was there for him, but I couldn't save him.
I cry every 26th May from the day. I still want to scream.
You were every single thing for me. I still love you and forever will.
It was my birthday day. Now it is the grief day.