Nanima-My Homie

Some people don’t need barking. I knew that the moment I saw her.

Nanima came into my life during a heavy time — after your dad passed away. There was sadness in the air, the kind that settles quietly into corners.

When I saw her, I didn’t bark. Not once.

Everyone noticed. Everyone was surprised. But I wasn’t.

I walked straight to her and climbed into her lap for the long ride home from Celia’s. It felt natural. Like I belonged there.

Nanima loved me right away. And I loved her in a different way than I loved anyone else. When she visited, I stayed wherever she was. If she moved, I followed.

We understood each other without noise.