When my parents got separated, I had to choose between my father and my mother. How cruel to ask a twelve-year-old child to choose one of their parents and to see the other less often? In my case, it was even more difficult. On one hand, there was my mother whom I’ve never really spent time with and who was rather aggressive when I didn’t listen to her. On the other hand, there was my father with whom I spent a lot of time, who watched me grow up and knew how to be firm without being aggressive. I ended up choosing my mother over my father.
The main reason was because I was disappointed. I had a lot of respect for my father, but all that respect fell down when I finally understood that he was cheating on my mother, when she was away, with many women in front of my eyes. He even told me not to say anything to my mother. I was never able to forgive him for all the sadness that happened afterwards.
As a result, I would go with my father during the weekends while I would stay with my mother during the weeks. Prunelle and Pluto stayed with my father, so I couldn’t enjoy their company the way I used to do in the past. No more friends to play with when I would feel lonely at home. No more barking. No more happiness. Nothing.
The first year after my parents’ separation was certainly the cruelest. The first weeks were quite normal. Prunelle and Pluto would jump on me whenever I would arrive in my father’s car. I would play with them during the day and secretly give them food at night. I would then leave on Sundays, saying Goodbye as they would watch me leave — a sad expression on their face that is still painful to remember. However, things started to change after I started to come less and less. My father found a new girlfriend who hated me, and I grew uneasy whenever I would go with him. It came to the point where I started to go with him less and less, making up lame excuses like having tons of homework to do or going to my friends’ houses during the weekend. And the less I saw my father, the less I saw Pluto and Prunelle.
After a while, things changed. Whenever I would go with my father and his girlfriend, Pluto and Prunelle would keep their distance whenever they saw me — as if I was a stranger. Yes, stranger is the right word. For them, I was nothing more than someone who abandoned them. My father’s girlfriend also had dogs, so when they started living together, she brought her dogs with her. They were two males and were clearly stronger than Pluto. They would often often fight because the other males would try to steal Pluto’s food, but he would never win. He ended up with a lot of scars and ended up losing his will to fight. It was a heartbreaking scene. Poor Pluto.
The loss of will eventually turned into hostility, and he would bark at me or even become aggressive whenever I would try to approach him. Prunelle stayed on his side and refused to let me approach the two of them. Feeling rejected by those with whom I spent many years of my childhood, I lost a piece of my soul. I didn’t approach nor look at them for a long time. I eventually stopped going with my father for a while, after he had his first child with his girlfriend.
When I turned 16, I decided to pay a visit to my father. I haven’t seen him for a while nor had any contact with him, so I wanted to see what kind of life he currently had. He looked way older than what I would have imagined. His hair became way shorter and turned grey; his face had wrinkles. However, he still had the same energy as the father who once took care of me. After talking with him for a moment, I wanted to see something else. I went to the courtyard and searched for those two beings that were once my friends. They may have rejected me in the past, but there was still a chance they changed their mind after all this time. I thought I would see two joyful dogs, but all I saw was two dogs starting to get old and who were looking extremely tired. They didn’t want to do anything or even get up. They were just lying down there. Expressionless. However, one of the two was in a sadder state — Pluto.
I didn’t even have time to guess what was wrong with him that my father came and told me something I never expected — something I didn’t want to expect. Pluto was sick, and there was nothing that could be done for him.