The pain shot through my chest, like a thousand knives stabbing at me. My body throbbed and ached all over as I hit the ground with a thud. I did not have the strength to get up. I tried to open my eyes, but my vision was blurry. All I wanted was to see the boy, whether he escaped or not. I could only catch glimpses of him. He stood still, in shock and his feet were planted into the ground, as if he was deciding life or death. Go! I tried to bark at him, but all that came out was a small whimper. I felt faint and the scene in front of me was slowly turning black.
Everything was coming back to me now.
The wind blowing in my fur, being able to run free and with my tongue lolled out to the side. That was the greatest feeling ever! How joyous and exciting it was with the boy. I had never felt freer in my life. He never gave me commands, or acted like my master, but referred to me as a companion. I felt like my own master, able to do anything I wished to. It was good for a change.
The boy was not like the other two little hooligans that lived in the farm; he was much kinder than them. He had caring hands and stroked my back gently, while the other ones played so roughly that it was better to stay away from them.
He would always look sorrowful and preserved, always in thought, but my air-headed actions would make him laugh. I wonder what happened in his past life, since he looks as if he were regretting something. Maybe that is what this journey is about, I thought, to find a home. Even if this journey is hard enough surviving, I have excellent company. That is all what matters.
The whole point of me coming along this journey with the boy was not only freedom, but to have at least some company, too. I was always alone, abandoned in that stable. I wasn't even allowed to play with dogs from other farms! But when the boy came along with such a calm attitude than the other ones, so quiet yet independent, I could relate to him about being lonely. I figured if we kept each other company, we wouldn’t feel so alone anymore. I adored his presence greatly.
My other reason to come along was to ensure the boy ended his journey successfully, and found his destination. I would serve as some sort of protector. Not that I have much strength, but I would give it my all for that boy. I owe him a lot because he was the one who saved me from my life back in the farm. It was cruel and torture there.
I cannot ensure the boy came home because my journey ends here. It was my fate to die, not his. I do not regret what I have done, and if it gets the boy home safely then I know I have done my job right.
Unfortunately, I do not know if the boy decided to stop along with me or continued his journey as I wish. I do hope he ends his journey with success.
All went black.
This is a very moving look at the very real friendship and partnership between David and King. King's feelings and thoughts that you have expressed here clearly point out that what they had was real friendship.-They were companions and looked out for each other whatever the circumstances. They had both saved each other in different ways.
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