I was new in town. My father had recently been transferred here from our hometown. We were to live in this town for the next few years. I did not know anyone here. School was closed, as the new session hadn't yet started. I was getting bored, sitting indoors, just watching TV. There was nobody playing outside, which was a very rare scene back in my hometown, especially during vacation time. Here, the streets were completely deserted during the daytime, something I observed during my week-long stay in this town.
One early Sunday morning, I thought of taking a look around the colony. I took my only friend – Lucky – my pet dog, with me. He helps me a lot in finding my way home if I lose my way. He is really a faithful and friendly dog. After walking for a few minutes, we came across a park. It was not even fenced. There was just one swing in the park. Lucky ran as fast as he could and I followed him. He loves to run and roll in the grass. I had my Kindle with me. I thought of sitting on the swing and reading my e-book. I started reading one of Enid Blyton's Secret Seven series; it's my favorite. I was engrossed in reading the book, while Lucky was having a lot of fun rolling around. Then suddenly, he started barking. He barks only when he smells something fishy around him. Taking that as a sign, I decided to get out of the park. As I walked out, I saw a herd of jackals behind us. I was frightened. I ran as fast as I could but the jackals kept chasing me. One of the jackals tried to pounce on me, but then Lucky averted the attack. Soon, the other jackals jumped on him. I could do nothing but run. I rushed home. Later, the jackals left the scene, leaving behind Lucky, who was lying in a pool of blood. Tears rolled down my cheeks.
I felt terrible to see him that way, with his eyes closed. It was difficult for me to see him sleeping forever.
We laid him to rest in a pit nearby. I often go there now and spend some time with him, reading books and refreshing my memories of Lucky. It makes me feel like he is alive, barking, playing and rolling in the grass. I can't accept that he is not with me. He will remain in my heart forever.