Canvas "Say Good Bye To Old Friends"

I tell him, baby, why are you rubbing around my legs, I'm working, don't bother me.
He walks away, then I see him start to swallow a wire lying on the ground, choke, and growl angrily.
I get up from the table, go to get it, take the cord and, carrying it to the other end of the room, put the little fool on the carpet.
"Don't be silly here," I say, "get under the sofa."
And I think to myself, never mind, I'm talking to a vacuum cleaner.

I always talked to my silly puppy, and now he left for Lithuania and the house became empty. And he didn't do anything special, he wasn't the kind of puppy who liked petting, playing or lying on my lap. My puppy has a big problem with his little head, he has to take medicine every day, even a few pills, otherwise everything would end quickly. My puppy usually lies under the sofa, or when I eat he comes to ask for something, and if one day he feels better, then he sits at the desk and, looking into my eyes, waits for dinner.

And now no one is sitting and waiting.
The pump just comes up, taps my foot, I gently scold it and it drives away.
And for some reason I feel more comfortable.

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