Favorite Spot

I stood there at the edge of our favourite spot - "the river bank" waiting for him to come. While I waited, my mind went through a flashback of our memories which we had created at that place.

Every afternoon, he would reach there after me. We would take a walk around the place feeling the cold and the soft breeze on our faces. 

Then we would sit down on a dusty bench, obviously after dusting it. While sitting there we would keep looking at the silent and the calm river, enjoying the peace and the serenity of that place. 

I would share with him the events of my entire day and he would just sit there, listening to me patiently. He would not interrupt me but would just listen to me, looking at me with his questioning and caring eyes. After some time when dusk would proceed towards a dark evening, we would return back to our house.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realise when the sun has gone down to it's mother's lap and the stars have started playing in the black sky. I suddenly remembered that he hasn't turned up. I got anxious and nervous and started looking here and there searching for him.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind gently slapped me on my face. Two drops of tears flowed down my cheeks.

I don't want to accept it, but who can go against the plans of the universe?

He has left me. He has gone to another world beyond the dark sky and passing the playful and the twinkling stars. I wish I knew the way to that world.

I still come here, to our favourite spot, even after three months of his death.

I always believed no force in this world could separate us from each other. But I was proved wrong. Death seemed more powerful than my belief. It separated us.

Death is indeed brutally powerful. But it can never lessen my love for him.

After all my dog was the only best friend I had.