i can remember very well Teddy.
Teddy was my little dog. i can't remember his age, but i can remember my parents bought it for me when i was seven years old at my seventh birthday.
i was so happy that i began to cry very loudly that day. my parents thought i was sad because i didn't like the dog, but when they saw me hugging it with love, they were really satisfied.
each day, each week, each month, each year, maybe during all my life, i was going on his grave to put a rose on it before waiting...i don't know...
waiting nothing...juste waiting four or five minuts...thinking about everything i was doing with him when i was younger.
i still can remember all my Friends hugging and patting gently my New best friend at School and to my birthday. Lola, my friend, cried :
"you must call him Teddy"...
and i did!
when i was eight, i Heard from dad that Teddy was too sick to go outside but i didn't know that it was a terrible sickness.
two weeks later Teddy was dead.
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