01/15 200801152338
I am currently riding on a shinkansen. This will be my first time in Osaka since it turned 2008. I'm going back home. It's been a while, but I think I will be able to see my family. The number of members in my family has decreased.
Chibi, the dog that the Nishikido family has been taking care of ever since I was a 1st grader, died on January 8th.
The origin of his name is just as the name implies, it was because he was small.
He quickly grew big. He was a kind dog who attached to anyone and never once was I bitten. Whenever the Nishikido family went on a trip, we went by car. Chibi often went on those trips. Chibi, who was always tied with a chain and lived within a 2 meter radius, would run through lawns and seashores, recapturing the innate canine spirit. The whole family used to laugh when he made pig like sounds with his nose.
When he was little, we used to walk him a lot.
He had a habit of eating everything, so we had to constantly watch him on the walks.
He was strong and there was a time when my little sister was dragged when she was still a child. My father was the one who properly trained him. Chibi was able to follow the commands: hand, another helping, sit, wait and roll.
Regrettably, I have no memories other than that.
Starting from middle school, I don't have any memory of taking turns walking the dog or giving it breakfast or lunch.
When I was young, I used to walk him many times in one day, making him tired and waking him up even though he is sleeping, picking him up…
How did I look in Chibi's eyes?
What did he think of me, even when I would come home on occasion, I would open the door without saying anything to him.
Conveniently using the excuse that he cannot talk back, I hurt him.
Beginning from last year, it seems that Chibi started to act out of character, such as biting my mother when she tried to give him food.
The one who informed me of Chibi's death was my oldest brother.
My older brother, who got along with Chibi more than anyone and who adored and walked Chibi the most.
To be completely honest, I don't know what to write right now.
I just don't know.
Note: Chibi means small.
Chibi, the dog that the Nishikido family has been taking care of ever since I was a 1st grader, died on January 8th.
The origin of his name is just as the name implies, it was because he was small.
He quickly grew big. He was a kind dog who attached to anyone and never once was I bitten. Whenever the Nishikido family went on a trip, we went by car. Chibi often went on those trips. Chibi, who was always tied with a chain and lived within a 2 meter radius, would run through lawns and seashores, recapturing the innate canine spirit. The whole family used to laugh when he made pig like sounds with his nose.
When he was little, we used to walk him a lot.
He had a habit of eating everything, so we had to constantly watch him on the walks.
He was strong and there was a time when my little sister was dragged when she was still a child. My father was the one who properly trained him. Chibi was able to follow the commands: hand, another helping, sit, wait and roll.
Regrettably, I have no memories other than that.
Starting from middle school, I don't have any memory of taking turns walking the dog or giving it breakfast or lunch.
When I was young, I used to walk him many times in one day, making him tired and waking him up even though he is sleeping, picking him up…
How did I look in Chibi's eyes?
What did he think of me, even when I would come home on occasion, I would open the door without saying anything to him.
Conveniently using the excuse that he cannot talk back, I hurt him.
Beginning from last year, it seems that Chibi started to act out of character, such as biting my mother when she tried to give him food.
The one who informed me of Chibi's death was my oldest brother.
My older brother, who got along with Chibi more than anyone and who adored and walked Chibi the most.
To be completely honest, I don't know what to write right now.
I just don't know.
Note: Chibi means small.