Silent Night.

Over the past five weeks, I have grown accustomed to the sound of tiny feet pattering towards me as soon as I open the door. I am going to miss that dearly...

I will especially miss his mischievous and playful greetings.

I will also miss his pitiful look as he begs for food.

I will miss his boundless energy, which seemed to be always fully charged.

The way he appears before going to bed.

The location beneath my chair where he gazes out onto the balcony.

He doesn't possess many possessions. A true account of a abandoned puppy's transformation from a pauper to a prince. He was discovered on a street at the tender age of three weeks with his body infested with maggots, but was eventually taken in by a loving family.

I'm truly delighted for him since he was given an opportunity to live a better life. Unfortunately, not puppy will be fortunate enough to have a similar stroke of luck.

As I packed his toys and provisions, I began to miss him. I hope these items will provide him with some comfort on his new journey.

This evening, the silence felt deafening.