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guess how much i love you

my life story with my pet

By Charles NwitePublished 3 years ago 5 min read
guess how much i love you
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Charles was a lonely man, living in a small apartment with no friends or family. His only companion was a small Chihuahua named Lucky. Lucky had been Charles' constant companion for years, and they had a special bond. Charles would talk to Lucky as if he was a human, and Lucky would listen and wag his tail, always understanding Charles' every word.

One day, Charles took Lucky for a walk in the park. They walked around for hours, enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. As they were heading back to the apartment, Lucky suddenly collapsed on the ground. Charles frantically tried to revive him, but it was too late. Lucky had passed away.

Charles was devastated. He had never felt so alone in his life. He couldn't imagine life without his furry companion. Charles decided to have Lucky cremated, and he kept his ashes in a small urn on his mantle.

Days turned into weeks, and Charles was still struggling to come to terms with his loss. He would sit and stare at the urn, wishing that Lucky was still by his side. One night, as Charles was sleeping, he had a dream. Lucky appeared to him in the dream, wagging his tail and barking happily. Charles could feel Lucky's presence and warmth, and it brought him comfort and peace.

The next morning, Charles woke up feeling renewed and energized. He knew that Lucky was still with him in spirit, and he was no longer alone. Charles decided to honor Lucky's memory by volunteering at the local animal shelter. He started spending his free time there, walking dogs and playing with the cats.

Charles found that he had a knack for working with animals, and he quickly became a favorite among the shelter staff. Charles was happy, and he knew that Lucky would be proud of him.

Years passed, and Charles grew old. As he lay on his deathbed, he knew that his time was near. But he wasn't afraid. He knew that Lucky was waiting for him on the other side, wagging his tail and barking happily. Charles took his last breath with a smile on his face, content in the knowledge that he would be reunited with his beloved Lucky once again.

this story is dedicated to my dad's pet lucky which is part of the reason i was born. many of us has lost our loved ones but we still strongly believe that we will meet them again at the other side.

Great! Let's explore how Charles and Lucky first met.

Charles had always been a solitary person. He had grown up in a small town, but had never felt like he fit in with the other kids. As he got older, he found it harder and harder to connect with people. After he graduated high school, he moved to the city in search of a fresh start.

But the city was overwhelming, and Charles found himself even more alone than ever. He spent most of his days holed up in his apartment, watching TV and reading books. He had no friends, no family nearby, and no reason to leave the apartment except for the occasional trip to the grocery store.

One day, as he was walking home from the store, he saw a small, scrappy-looking dog darting in and out of an alleyway. The dog was barking and growling, but seemed more afraid than aggressive. Charles approached cautiously, hoping to help the animal.

As he got closer, he saw that the dog was a Chihuahua, small and frail-looking. It was covered in dirt and fleas, and its fur was matted and tangled. But despite its scrappy appearance, there was something in its eyes that drew Charles in.

He knelt down and held out his hand. The dog sniffed cautiously, then tentatively licked his fingers. Charles smiled and scratched behind the dog's ears. The dog nuzzled into his hand, wagging its tail furiously.

For some reason, Charles felt a sudden connection to the little dog. It was as if they had known each other for years, even though they had just met. He scooped the dog up into his arms and carried it back to his apartment.

Over the next few weeks, Charles nursed the dog back to health. He gave it baths, fed it nutritious meals, and took it to the vet for checkups. The dog, which Charles named Lucky, quickly became his constant companion.

Lucky would follow Charles everywhere, curling up next to him on the couch or lying at his feet as he worked. Charles found that he talked to Lucky more than he talked to anyone else. He would tell Lucky about his hopes and dreams, his fears and insecurities. Lucky would listen, wagging his tail and licking Charles' face.

Through Lucky, Charles learned to connect with the world again. He started going for walks around the neighborhood, meeting other dog owners and striking up conversations. He even started volunteering at the local animal shelter, where he met other people who shared his love of animals.

As the years went by, Lucky grew older and slower. Charles knew that Lucky didn't have much time left, but he refused to think about it. He couldn't bear the thought of losing his best friend.

And then, one day, it happened. As they were walking in the park, Lucky collapsed. Charles tried desperately to revive him, but it was too late. Lucky had passed away in his arms.

For days, Charles was inconsolable. He couldn't bring himself to leave the apartment, and he stopped eating and sleeping. But then, one night, he had a dream. Lucky appeared to him, wagging his tail and barking happily. Charles could feel Lucky's presence and warmth, and it brought him comfort and peace.

The dream was a turning point for Charles. He knew that Lucky would want him to keep going, to find joy and meaning in his life even without him. And so, Charles decided to honor Lucky's memory by volunteering at the local animal shelter. He started spending his free time there, walking dogs and playing with the cats.

Through the animals at the shelter, Charles found a renewed sense of purpose. He made new friends, developed new skills, and found joy

although i didn't know meet lucky but my dad never stops talking about lucky. Dad continued to volunteer at the shelter, pouring his heart into the animals he cared for. He knew that he could never replace Lucky, but he also knew that Lucky's memory would live on through the love and compassion he showed to every animal he met.

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About the Creator

Charles Nwite

Kari is a talented article writer and recent high school graduate from Nigeria. With a passion for storytelling and a knack for capturing the reader's attention, Charles is quickly making a name for himself in the world of writing.

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