Un tro, sylweddolodd Daf y gath bod yr ardd yn dawelach nag arfer.
Yna, sylweddolodd bod Draig y ci wedi mynd. Doedd dim sôn amdano ef o gwbl. Doedd neb yn gofyn iddi daflu pêl na dweud “bachgen da dw i” drwy’r amser. Dim ond tawelwch.
Ymddangosodd Jeff, a oedd wedi bod yn hela rhywbeth yn y llwyni.
– Be ddigwyddodd i Draig, Jeff? meddai Daf.
– Sai’mod, rîly, atebodd Jeff. – Wedd y peth mor od. Nath e ofyn i Dewi Sant am fendith ac yna hedfan bant tuag at fachlud yr haul.
Oedodd Daf am ennyd cyn ateb.
– Twpsyn wedd e, ond we fi’n hoff iawn o’no fe miwn gwirionedd. Bydda i’n gweld colled ar ‘i ôl.
Saesneg / English
Gone
Once, Dave the cat realised that the garden was quieter than usual.
Then, she realised that Dragon the dog was gone. There was no sign of him at all. There was no one to ask her to throw a ball or say “I’m a good boy” all the time. Just silence.
Jeff appeared, who had been hunting something in the bushes.
– What happened to Dragon, Jeff? said Dave.
– Dunno, really, replied Jeff. – It was so odd. He asked Saint David for a blessing and then flew away towards the sunset.
Dave paused for a moment before replying.
– He was an idiot, but I was actually really fond of him. I’ll miss him.
