bye, friend

My mom told me during the dinner that a dog that I used to visit and play when I was a kid died weeks ago.  I left the table and went to the bathroom.  I suddenly saw those memories on my head and think "I didn't said goodbye." (I have cynophobia sine a year ago and I kept a distance from that dog when I saw her for the last time).

Now I'm regretting that I didn't pet her nor anything.  Have a nice rest, Atila... 🐶🪽