this morning my roommate’s dog, zora, passed away in the middle of the night. she was only nine years old, full of energy. no one noticed anything wrong with her until this morning when she didn’t wake up.
my dog, rocket, is inconsolable. she won’t eat, is listless. she knows that her best friend of six years has just passed and i know that her heart is heavy too.
it might sound a bit sappy but i just lost a family member, a roommate, a friend who was so excited to see me.
it really saddens me that whenever i unlock my door i won’t hear the jingle of zora’s collar through my roommate’s door. that her nonstop kisses have finally ceased; that her barking at strangers has turned into silence.