Gokki was a bundle of energy, a loyal companion, and the heart of the family. Today, his seventh birthday, should have been a celebration of their enduring bond. But as the morning unfolded, a sense of unease crept into the house. The familiar rhythm of their lives seemed disrupted, replaced by hushed conversations and stolen glances.
Gokki, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension, was filled with anticipation. He expected the usual fanfare – the birthday cake, the excited pats, and the endless stream of belly rubs. But as the day wore on, his enthusiasm waned. There were no special treats, no playful tug-of-war, and certainly no mention of his birthday.
Then came the news, a bolt of lightning in a clear sky. They were moving, and they couldn’t take him with them. The world crumbled around Gokki. The house, once a fortress of love and security, suddenly felt like a prison. He was being abandoned, cast out into the unknown.
His birthday, a day that should have been filled with joy, turned into a harbinger of sorrow. He was a loyal companion, a constant presence, but his family’s decision had rendered him disposable. As the day drew to a close, Gokki curled up in his favorite spot, his heart heavy with despair. The house, once filled with the sounds of laughter and love, now seemed like a tomb. His seventh birthday, a milestone in a dog’s life, was marked by the end of an era, the beginning of a new, uncertain chapter.
