a pal for life, and more...

ok so here we go.here's my crazy good story telling skills.well, I'm trying.

tomo and I were in grandma and grandpas backyard and mom dad lauren auntie dana uncle john grandma and grandpa were inside. the empty water bowl caught my eye, so i decided to fill it up. not my usual job, in fact i never once did that for him, but something urged me. i picked up the bowl to get some water from the hose but tomo didn't like that very much. he started to growl and bark. i freaked out and dropped the bowl. when dad and auntie d heard the barking, they ran outside. but tomo was recovered by the time they got through the door. we were completely happy. like he didn't just growl. dad snatched the hose from me and insisted that he would do the job himself, as usual. haha. when he turned on the hose, it started to fill the bowl, then the porch was soaked, then the entire backyard was filled. tomo jumped into the pool that dad created. he was so happy and lively. he jumped back out and ran past dad, knocking him in as he shook off the excess water. dad cursed jokingly. tomo was excited again and jumped in after dad. they swam until the backyard finally drained out. once the water was gone i noticed that tomo was very sad again. i realized that there was a tight chain around his neck. i quickly snatched it off and threw it over the fence. tomo was able to breathe again. he was also able to jump higher, run faster, and bark louder. he got younger and younger as the time passed with the chain off his neck. i blinked, confused, just like in every other dream i have. tomo's eyes were wide open, his fur was fluffy and soft, and he had no gray hairs. his tail was curled and his ears were perked up. the whole family came outside to watch then. i took a seat on the grass and let tomo run up to me. i pet him on his head. his ears. his stomach. and his head again. we were both so happy that there was no more burdens. there was nothing distinct about our care-free mood, but i know that we both knew how happy we were to be hanging out, like old buds. i started to think of all the times we spent together, just to be interrupted by a huge, warm, wet tongue sliding across my hand. silly tomo. and i woke up.

that's the last time i'll be woken by tomo's lick in the morning.

thanks bud. we love you.