Much Ado About a Dog Named Odie
"Ma, I'll get his green squeaky toy," I said as I was about to get out from the car. "No," replied my mother, "just leave it in the house so we can have something to remind us of him." "He has other toys. Let's have the the green one, his very first toy, buried with him," I insisted. My mother agreed, "Okay." It's still 6AM and there's already much ado about our dog named Odie. My mother and I are in the car. We are discussing, with tears in our eyes, how we will bury our much-loved family member. While on our way, we reminisced our days with Odie. The times he would sniff our scent and hear the sound of our gate keys even if it's far from where he is inside the house and joyfully welcome us when we get inside. The times he would poke our knees during meals to ask us for table food. The times he, with puppy eyes and his adorable-tongue-out expression, would ask us to play with him. Digging his grave...