Oliver

our first one.
the beginning of everything.

we didn’t know much back then.
how to hold him,
how to protect him,
how fragile the first days can be.

someone told us:
“let him outside, he needs to pee.”

so we did.
we opened the door.

and he disappeared.

just like that.

we searched the fields,
called his name into the dark,
walked the same paths again and again.

nothing.

only silence.

the bowl stayed outside.
a few kibbles.
just in case.

every day.

for two months.

and then one morning,
as if nothing had happened,

he was there.

by the big window.
ruffled.
thin.
hungry.

just sitting.
waiting.

since then
he moves in his own dimension.

half here,
half somewhere far away.

maybe we changed him.
maybe he was always like this.

our first lesson.
our first mistake.
our first return.

We love him.
Even though he snores. Loudly