A Dog Story

A dog story I had a dog she loved me; I also had a wife children named Gabriel and Apple, she wanted to be trendy, and we lived in the gentrified inner city. When the twins were six my wife divorced me and got the house, car and the dog, and I had to take the bus to work. It so happened, the bus passed my former home, the dog saw me and followed the bus, at work she sat outside and waited for me to come out, I let her in, and she curled up by my desk. This happened every day, so my wife took the dog to a vet who put her down –or killed her- I wasn`t very happy and said so using a strong language which she recorded, and that Was ok by me. I never see the children anymore she has put obstacles in the way, and she used my strong language as a proof, I should not see the children. When she died, twenty years later, the children were angry with me for not visiting them when they were small, I told them the truth, but they thought if I had really been interested in them I would have tried harder. I give a damn; they know where I live and can visit me, If my new dog will let them in.