Jacky

we got jacky when he was maybe a month old. maybe younger. a friend of my sister has bought him, and he somehow just left it at our house, and we took care of her. at the beginning with suspicious and then with love. she was extremely cute and that was enough to convince us that she is going to be our dog, even though we really didn't know the responsibilities and difficulties of having a dog. after all, how hard could it be?

and jacky was a part of our family from then on. we loved her, we cherished her, we cried when he got hit by a car and we missed her a lot when we had to take her to our country house because the neighbours complained that he barks too much. she was more than what i ever imagined a dog could be. she was smart and every time one of us was sad or depressed, she somehow acted like she know what's going on...

jacky lived in our country house for the past 6 years. my dad was her main companion and she loved him. they comforted each other, and took care of each other in their own ways. my dad would get really unsettled whenever he would come to the city and leave jacky for more than a couple of days.

in my last trip home, jacky seemed like she us putting on weight. we thought she must have gotten pregnant in one of her adventures in the streets. she didn't have energy to run around and play. she moaned kind of sadly when i first saw her after 5 years. jacky has comforted me a lot of times. when i was emotionally drained and didn't want to talk to anyone, i would just hug her and sit with her tacitly for hours. she was big and fury and the warmth of her body was very comforting.

i had a feeling that it would be the last time i am seeing jacky when i left iran. and so it was. jacky died about a week ago. my mom gave me the news in an email. i didn't sleep all night, thinking about her and that how my dad must be feeling lonely. she died just two days after my 29th birthday.

i miss her. she was a good companion...