The Forgotten Friend: Jill’s Eyes
I have a pet dog named Jill. His age is almost 10 years now. I still remember — it was a cold winter in December 2015 when my father brought him home. He was just a little puppy that time. From that day, I started caring for him like a baby. He became more than just a pet. He became a part of our family, like a younger brother who followed me everywhere.
I used to play with him, feed him, talk to him, and even sleep near him sometimes. He got so close to me. He trusted me. I was his whole world.
Years passed. Seasons changed. And then, one winter evening in February, something happened. My school mathematics teacher gifted me another puppy. I named him Berlin.
At first, it was exciting to have a new pup. Slowly, I started giving more attention to Berlin. I began playing more with him, feeding him, carrying him. Somewhere in all that, Jill started fading into the background.
I didn’t even notice it properly then. But Jill did. He noticed every skipped pat on the head, every time I walked past him and went to Berlin. Sometimes, he would come near me, trying to call me with his little bark, wanting to play like old times. But I would say, “Later, Jill,” and continue playing with Berlin.
I didn’t mean to ignore him, but I did. And Jill knew. Sometimes, he looked sad. Sometimes, he got angry at Berlin — maybe because he missed the version of me that used to belong only to him.
One day, Jill was sleeping peacefully. I suddenly shouted something — just for fun — and it disturbed his sleep. He jumped up, startled. He looked at me with wide, confused eyes — eyes full of fear and sadness.
That moment hit me. I looked into his eyes, and I saw something that broke my heart. It was like his eyes were speaking to me, without any words.
They said:
"In your childhood, I was your first love.You played with me, fed me, hugged me.Now Berlin is your favourite.Do you ever think about me the way you used to?"
I don’t know what Jill was truly feeling, but my heart felt heavy. That look in his eyes — I’ll never forget. It was the look of someone who still loves you, but quietly wonders if you love them back the same way.
Sometimes, I think — it’s like how some parents forget the love they once gave to their first child when the second one comes. Maybe Jill felt the same way.
Even now, I can’t really tell what Jill thinks deep inside. But whenever I look into his eyes, I remember everything — the love, the games, the winter nights, and the loyalty that never changed, even when mine did.
Now, I try to care for both Jill and Berlin. But deep inside, I know Jill still carries those silent emotions, and maybe she always will.
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