The autumn sun enters through the open window and the warm wind makes the white curtains flutter and gives the room a pleasant atmosphere. A couple is on the sofa, a tall short-haired blonde woman in masculine clothes hugs her girlfriend, a wavy-haired woman in a pretty sundress.
"Here it is, I told you he was the cutest boy I have ever seen." Michiru points out the photo in her old album where a puppy was yawning over a fluffy bed. "I called him Bach because he had a resemblance to Beethoven, the dog from the film, but much smaller as he wasn't a St. Bernard, but only a mix-breed homeless puppy, and he was the best dog ever. The first time I verbalized I liked girls and not boys was to him. He didn't judge me"
"Michiru, of course, he didn't judge you, he was a dog and dogs don't judge. And he loved you"
"Yes, I know, but it is scary to say it, especially if you come from a conservative family when you are a teen in the early 2000s"
Michiru turned the page from the album and next there was a photo of her, with a background of red roses and the puppy in her arms.
"You looked adorable… you both looked adorable. What happened to him?"
"He lived a long good life, being loved, and finally… cancer took him"— her voice trembled — "The vet told us it was our choice, and we chose for him to go in peace. On the last day of his life, he was with hypothermia… we kept him warm wrapped him in a blanket, and hugged him… I told him he was my perfect dog and he kissed me goodbye and wiped my tears away for the last time. The vet put him to sleep while he was in my arms… even my mum cried, even though she didn't want a dog. I hope to see him again, he always waited for me to get home and greet him"
Tears started to run down her face, remembering the moments shared. Haruka kissed her forehead. "He sounds like a good dog"
"He was the best"