One year ago yesterday, Nala died.
Sometimes when I come home late at night, and I'm not really thinking, I expect her to come running towards me when I open the door. But it's dead quiet when I step in.
I wish I had her for a couple more years.
I've been kinda wanting to ask my parents for a new dog. I just don't know how to bring it up. Maybe Christmas?
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