scratches on skin

scratches on skin

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a story abut a boy and his childhood friend ; his dog
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a story abut a boy and his childhood friend ; his dog

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Submitted: April 02, 2017

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"Don't strangle him," my mom said . "but he likes it", "i explained. he never resist," i explained more as i brushed my hand across Timothy's neck's fur . timothy was our dog . I picked him from his litter in the streat tow years ago . i could'nt have just left him there , he was too cute and innocent . i still remembered the he looked at me as i walking by the side of the streat. in my mind , he was the only one among the others and being a self centered little kid i was i only chose him . when i approached him as i rose my hand towards him , he scratched me but not like in an aggresive way but more like raising your hand in for a friendship but also to seek for help. i quickly picked him up with my hands and circled him around my arms running away from his home and from his sisters and brothers.when i bought him home obviously my parents would'nt permit him in the house . i never hated them as much i hated them at that time . but i was stubborn , i refused to come home without timothy and eventually agreed with my selfish terms . i guess the only fact that they have only one kid forced them to do so . since then Timothy has become a part of our family, a family of three to a family of four. timothy loves to scratch my skin , i noticed it from the first time we met. the small scarse all over my ankles, thighs and hands are a proof enough.i don't know, maybe he finds it comforting to do so. and he is doing it write know while gently push my hands around his silk like neck . "no, he does'nt , he just pretends" my mom growled from back "ok,anyway i am going to john's.i'll come back at seven." "yeah sure but take care "."ok mom, bye " i replied john was my friend , same age as me we got along well.he was the only one who supported me of my decission of taking timothy in the house guess he just loves timothy as much i do. so i was walking down to his house when timothy barked from behind. woof- woof . "hey,timothy what are doin here?" stupid dog just woofed again and rubbed himeself with my legs . "alright,you can come " "but you'll stay outside. you can't come inside his house." he just whipped his head like he understood it all we reachced to john's and i closed the door behind me stopping timothy to come in as he desperately tried. "No tim, i said you can't come . now stay there in the park and play with butterflies." the look on his face was sad but i could'nt just let him in someone's elses house we basically did what we would always some games,outdoor hunt and not to the forget prank calls it all went so swiflty. "cool man , we should do it more often."john spoke from back "yeah next time it will be my house"i replied as walked past the corridor towards the door "cmon timothy it's time now ", i called out for him as i closed the front door behind me with john besides me no sound. usually timothy would come out barking when i would call for him . he recognised my voice like none other. "hey timpothy where are you",john called out to him too . but ni response "i think he just went to home by himeself", john seggested "yeah, probably. Ok then i"ll meet you tomorrow. bye" "bye", john replied waving while i swifted through his garden and into the streats it was not more than fifteen minutes that i started hearing a whimpering sound somewhere ahead at the right side of the streat under a streat light. it was timothy . there he lay , lifeless like a stone.i quickly recognised it was same streat lamp , the one where i first met him. as i approached him i saw a hige wound right in the middle of his abdomen.tears rolled down my cheecks as i raised my hand towards his head. he stopped midway me by raising his hand to stop mine in an attempt to scratch . i knew what he wanted and i granted him his last dying wish cause i knew it was not much time left for him . i just knew i pulled my pant half way up and bought it closer to his reach. he just sunk his nails into mine skin with last bit of his strength. i barely felt anything . life escaped from his lungs as he still tried to scratch my skin and eventually stopped we had proper funeral for timothy . my mom said to forget all that happened and that the driver responsible was taken action against. all i know that i would'nt forget timothy forever for he is in my heart and on my skin. the scratches on skin will always remind me of a dog who could'nt stop craving for my attention , who was always there for me when i needed him who was just a hamrless creature who loved to scratch my skin


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