Since my dog has been euthanised a part of our family feels like missing. We think we hear scratches on the door and the sounds she used to make. Because I was missing, when I came back home I was expecting her to bark and come before me, waving her tail chaotically and jumping on my legs to greet me. I still felt like asking "Did Loli go out?". The feeling started disappearing now...but I still have some speechless souls around me.
This is to Lolita and the big sad eyes of the stray dogs searching for love on the streets of Romania.