I named him Laaji, which means Rubbish in Chinese. Laaji was a street dog who lived underneath my living building a long time ago. I used to give him sausages every time I saw him around. He would always come after me and follow me to the store where, as he had known, I would buy a sausage or two for him.
Laaji was just a small dog, like any other dog in the street, but we had built a great friendship. In fact, the shop owners knew about our relationship and enjoyed seeing me hanging out with him.
Two years went by so fast. It was time for me to leave China. The morning when I was to take the plane to fly away, I sat down. There came by my friend Laaji to greet me, wagging his tail, turning and twisting his ears. He looked as excited as usual. I sat down by him, patted him and showed him my love. It was hard for me to say goodbye to him. He, as usual, came to the taxi stand and saw me leaving.
I miss him. I wish I could see him again and see if he could recognize(认出) me. I am sure he is looking for me.