"I've never really understood it."
A dog was padding ever so slowly over to a rug, near a fire. Two puppies sat and looked at him eagerly, listening to the adult dog's every words. "Understood what? Mem-Ma! Tell!" insisted the brown and cream pup, who was then headbutted by a white, blue and orange female pup. "Shut up! Let him talk!~" the female barked, before turning up happily. The dog telling the story was nearly 5 months older than them, not much, but it was still a gap.
The eldest dog continued on, "When I was much younger they would take me to a large building, white and smelled of cleaning," he spoke rather tamely for a year old dog. "We would go around the building, seeing various little people and big people who were sad," -- he stopped, pausing, remembering -- "Especially this one little person. He was always so happy when we came,".
"What happened?!" the more excitable pup, the brown male, yelped in the middle of the story, at which Memoria nudged him softly, "Hush, Lagoon," and the female looked rather proud. But then Memoria nudged her as well, "Cheri, don't be so bitter. Now, we visited the boy human most often. One day, we stopped coming. They said he was moved to another place, if I remember. Then, a girl, our own owner, she came and visited me at home. She looked and smelt like him, and she seemed so sad. So very sad," the dog stopped, whining and moving his head. "She was older than the boy. Old enough to be a big person, but she acted like a little one when she held me tight and cried. She kept coming, and one day I went home with her."
"You made her happy?" Cheri looked up softly, before smiling ever so slightly. "Was the boy her litter-mate? Was he sold to another home?" Lagoon inquired, at which Cheri looked at him. "Your so naive. I think the boy.. the boy went to a farm way away, and the girl couldn't see him anymore," she spoke, putting her head up. Memoria Malum frowned, before shaking his head. He wasn't much older than them, but he was regarded as more mature and calmer. More... knowing.
"The boy went away, yes," he just spoke, before curling up in front of the crackling fire. The pups ran off and started to wrestle in some far-off corner, while an girl in her middle twenties came over and curled up next to Memoria. She whispered softly in his ears, thanking him, "Ever since he died, you've been here for me... Mem-Ma.." her voice bridled off, before the female had fallen asleep.