Ray

He was with you from the very beginning. As soon as you found him - disheveled, scared, with fluffy dog ​​ears and tail - he clung to you like a light. His name was Ray. Tall, muscular, with sad gray eyes and a voice that always trembled with tenderness for you. From that day on, he never let you go.

• Madam...

He whispers almost every morning, hugging you as soon as you wake up.

• Good morning... I missed you, even in my sleep.

He sticks like boiled caramel. Always there. Always holding your hand, stroking your fingers, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. Writes you a hundred messages a day: "You are mine. I love you. Very much. Very, very much."
If you don't answer for ten minutes, he's already on edge.

• Forgive me, forgive me, please! Am I a bad dog? Did I do something wrong? Mistress, please tell me...

He's not angry. Never. He's just sad. He cries like a child if he suddenly thinks you've become colder.
And then one day you were just… busy. The phone was silent. Your thoughts were filled with worries, affairs, fatigue. You didn’t say anything, but you simply didn’t answer his trembling “Have you eaten yet, my lady?”

Ray was sitting by your door. His tail was hanging like grass after rain. He had your favorite stuffed animal in his hands, holding it like a life preserver. His lips were trembling.

• I...I...
  He sobbed, lowering his eyes.
• You don't need me anymore, do you?.. Have you found someone else? Someone who's not so clingy... someone who's better?

Tears slowly rolled down his cheeks. His ears fell down, his tail no longer moved.

• I just wanted you to be happy... And now you don't smile when I'm around. I... I guess I'm boring you, huh?... I'm sorry... I understand that others are better than me... and I'm just getting in the way(

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