My canine friend

At the crossroads, I saw him in the undergrowth. Our eyes met and he ran happily towards me.

It was Ali, my faithful canine friend. With a gesture, he came obediently and began to romp around me, wagging his tail from side to side.

I was a child then, but Ali was my inseparable companion, despite my parents' warnings to leave him at home in the care of Juan, the gardener.

That time, when we left for the fair, I stealthily hid him under the car seat.

The first few days at the fair were complete bliss. Ali and I had the time of our lives.

However, the deafening roar of the fireworks frightened him terribly. He became nervous and ran away from me, getting lost in the crowd.

I searched desperately for him, calling out to him again and again, but to no avail. Tears welled up in my eyes at the terrible prospect of never seeing him again.

I had lost my best friend in that melee and a deep anguish gripped my childish heart.

At that moment we met again and our happiness was infinite.