I lived next door to my friend in an estate for two years. He had a dog, Sheba, we were all fond of because of its friendly nature. Sheba was either in my friend's house or mine, such that it was not easy to know who actually owned it except you're familiar with us.
At a time, I was to pack to another house at another part of the town.
When I started packing, it was obvious from the mood of Sheba that it was not happy seeing me pack. It kept walking around, coming in between my legs and lying in front of my door.
When we noticed this, my friend and I decided to go along with Sheba to my new house for them all to say "goodbye" to me together. This was done, and they left.
To my surprise, as I opened the door next morning, face to face with me was Sheba as if coming to say "Good morning". I was shocked that it could dare the snow under the cold winter to trace my house for a visit.
I learned a lesson from this - "Endeavour to call on your friends if you can, to say "Hello" because, friendship is supposed to last forever".
