While living in Istanbul, the street dogs were some of my favourite everyday sights.
Among them, I had day friends and night friends. The day friends, I never saw at night, and the night friends were nowhere to be seen when the sun was up.
This particular one-eyed dog captured both my imagination and my heart. It seemed to have its personal jurisdiction of a few blocks and would be waiting for me once I entered. After a short and dignified greeting, very unlike the exuberant greeting of the day friends, it accompanied me at my side back to my flat.
As I greeted to say goodnight and goodbye on my last night in the city (my right hand to my left breast, with a slight bow of my head), I could've sworn that I'd received a deliberate wink of its good eye in return.