Many years have passed. Sometimes he comes back to me by the lunar paths, sits nearby, and we are looking together at the southern night sky dotted with unusual quiet stars during long hours.
Gentle breeze comes from the ocean and the morning is about to wake up.
He walks away from me and he takes the same lunar path strewn with stars all across the night Indian Ocean to get back to his secret world.
It’s all right my doggy we will meet again. Me too I’m not eternal. We always understood each other with no words.