I was very very young. She was an auntie’s friend.

She has a big home with huge garden and back yard. I remember the huge dog which she locks up in a big cage when I was there all the time. Probably didn’t want to scare us, the little kids then.

She lets the small furball like dog play with my sister and I didn’t really get near them anyway, coz I was still afraid of dogs.

I soon forgot about all those, because those things are insignificant. Just a usual aunties chatting etc while I was bored shit hell.

It wasn’t too long after, maybe 2 years or so. That I overheard the aunties talking about that big black dog in the cage.

She was at work when her mother sense that something was wrong with the big black dog. It looks like it is struggling heavily. Trying to breathe or trying to live, or both. Her mother gave her a call at work and she rushed down from work and reaches her home.

Upon her very arrival, the big black dog lifted his head to have a last look at her… finally died.