“Sanamagan!” He screamed at himself facing the mirror. He turned around and sat on the bed. He then looked at her and said, “I’m sorry. I was shouting to myself, not at you. It’s just that problems get the better of me.”
He drew close to her and tried to explain himself. “It’s just that the travails of life get the better of me. I’m not angry at you. I’ll try to be better.”
She approached him. He knew she understood. He hugged her and stroked her hair.
“You’re such a loving companion,” he whispered, “and such a gentle dog.”