So that's Drakon, my beloved dog, son of Sheva, a German Shepherd with long hair and an Alaskan Malamute. He was the best and most brilliant dog I've ever had, faster than his mother who could not outrun, but keep up with an Afghan.

He was born right into my hands on a Saturday morning in 1998, August 20th. Yes, he'll be 10 years old soon, I hope he's still alive. None of my furry companions was ever as loyal as him, as long as I was around the world was the best place to live in for him. I don't know why he's loved me so much and no matter how often people will tell me animals don't love: he did. And some more of my pets as well.

I hope you're fine, wherever you are and that I've taken the right decision in the past to give up on you.

Any bastard I ever find laying out bait in order to poison pets will be in big, big trouble *hiss*

© Khisa