The Taxi driver

About two days, I'll meet my therapist. I called her yesterday and she undersands why I made "un acte manqué". Two weeks ago I was gone to meet her, but I was not right about hour...
I want to tell you a story what happened to me on 2004. I was in Marseille with my old dog Magnus, I did love too much, and the vet told me he got cancer and he had one month or 2 more to live. I was alone with the dog, so I went to my mother's flat, she was away, I gave milk to Magnus I called Laurent to tell him the sad news, and he adviced me to take a taxi. I took a taxi, the man accepted dogs in his car, and it was rare. On the road, we talked about dogs, for sure, because Magnus tried to kiss him, it was funny to see that. This man had dogs too, and he loves dogs.
I wanted to cry, I wanted to save my dog from cancer, I felt very sad, but this man Pascal was the right man at the right moment, we talked more than one hour and when we arrived at home, we stayed in the car for a while taking again and again. He gave me his phone number, he was attractive, and he left because I couldn't say "come on for a drink", I have never see him again. But I remember exactly every minute every second in his car and I remind his face.