I woke up as usual.

Walked to the living room and
saw my dog, Pipi, clinching on
the edge of the balcony, about
to fall off.

I rushed and grabbed his paws,
managed to pull him up.

The next minute, Pipi dashed
towards the balcony again,
jumping out, 2 storeys down.

Got petrified, it started to rain.

I dashed out my house, down
the stairs, found traces of blood.

There i saw Pipi motionlessly body
lying opposite the road.

I called out his name, pleading to
open his eyes. Started crying

Mum carried him onto her arms
just like the first time when Pipi
was jus a little puppy.

I woke up again, still crying

Happy to say it was just a dream.
Pipi suddenly felt so important to me.