Ken was brought from Russia by my cousin. He was 1 year old when he stayed with us. His first impression to me was that he was such a big dog. I had never ever, from that time, to see in my real eyes, a huge dog. Ken was barking. I didn't know why. To be honest, it has been such a long time that I couldn't remember what was going on that made him bark.

I love to bite Ken's ears, and I knew that he hated it. But I couldn't help myself. :D

Hey, Ken, Ken, Ken,......

I was hiding myself somewhere around our house. Ken of course searched around to find me. I love those moments. And when he found me, the first thing that he did was jumping over me.  He implies that, "Hehe, I found you. See? "

Ken, where would you go? Are you scared of loneliness?

You came to my dream and told me that you died. I couldn't believe it. Waking up in the morning, I called my Daddy and asked about Ken. How was Ken? Was he all right? And I was told that he was ok, and I shouldn't worry too much.

I certainly believed in what my Daddy said.
 
But...Ken in fact left his life on that day. For my good sake, Daddy didn't tell me and even lied to me. 

Ken, do you know that you were part of our family ?   My tears dropped for you countlessly.

(to be continued)