Life has many gifts to offer if we are aspiring enough to find them. Life bestowed upon her a lot of gifts too. And she embraces them with flying colours.
One such, she found, one fine day and it broke her heart. There she saw him across the street and she knew that he needed care and support. There she saw, in front of her a lean, weak and hurt puppy trotting its way through the street. A vehicle had hit him and he sat on the ground, looking at her trying to tell something that she already knew. She knew she has to take care of him and be with him. She knew he needed her. That moment was theirs, that moment was everlasting. She picked him up and took him home.
She resisted her mother and father constantly telling her to take that dirty little dog away. She knew this was coming. She knew she had no chances of ever retaining a true best friend. She knew she had to give him up.
She and him were together for seven days. Seven days of his life, seven days of hers and he submitted to her forever.
He had beautiful and kind eyes. They both sunbathed after a nice cold bath everyday. They played for hours in the lawn while the spring blossoms smiled up to the sunny cloudy sky. He was named Fingers, short for Butterfingers
.
Its been a week and Fingers wasn't lean and thin anymore. He wasn't shivering or sick. Its been a week that her family has been tolerating all the nuisance, with the fur all over the place, with footwear missing and with everything that went out of order in the household.
'It was time for Fingers to go. To start his own strong happy life and to explore his world.' her father had told her. 'But he was just starting to tooth! He had just begun to chase his tail! Were those the traits of a strong big dog?' she used to wonder.
She woke up the next morning with eyes full of tears and a heavy heart. She got up from her bed and saw Fingers sleeping at peace, inside one of her shoes in which he found his bed, like it was the safest place on Earth, like he had found his home in it. She was sure this was what love looked like.
She picked him up and held him with care so that he doesnt wake up but he anyways does. She held him by her arms and sang a lullaby to himso that he would dose off again. She walked and walked with him on her arms, careful of every movement so that he doesnt open his big eyes because if he does, he was going to sense the pain behind her smile and was going to find out that he was being taken away from her. This would tear him apart and then break her heart as well.
A little boy was playing on the street when she managed to compose herself. She asked him if he liked dogs and seeing the innocence in his eyes, she decided to trust him with her soul and part with it.
But fate had something else in store for her, a gesture that will leave a mark on her life, an act of love that will convince her that love can be found and felt, and it felt like butterflies flying over a bubbling stream.
Life had broken her heart many times in the past. But this time, she was mystified by the love she had felt by a being who couldnot even talk to her, yet can understand everything that she had to say. The language of love is like no other, indeed.
No words could describe how she cried herself to sleep that night. She had cried many times to sleep before but this time, she was breaking into pieces. Many times in the past, she had felt selfish heartbreaks andworthless tears. But this time, she wanted to cry, she wanted to feel, she wanted to cherish what she felt, was nothing but pure understanding, loyalty, trust, love unconditional.
The dawn of the new day brought new challenges and shed anew light. They say change is the only thing that's permanent. This day was meant for the healing offresh wounds and endurance was the only way. She opened the door to their lawn, sat on the grass they used to play in everyday, thought about their time together and felt the vacuum, the loneliness haunting her from every direction. He had left. She would never see him again. She broke down there, shouting out his name lying down in that same grass, their grass.
Tears streaming down her cheeks and blinding her eyes, she felt someone running to her with four paws and before she could comprehend what was actually happening, that being jumped on top of her and started licking all her tears away and she rolled with laughter and joy on the ground as she had realised that the same soul she had cried for the last night has found his way back to her, through traffic, through people, through bigger dogs and through every hurdle in that big ruthless world out there. He had sniffed and trotted his way back, miles from where she left him, overnight and made it to his shoe pair where he was peacefully dreaming as he always does; so that when she comes out the next morning shouting out his name, he would know that she would be there for him the entire day.
That it was time to play.
He had found his way back home, the only place where he felt was the safest for him.
They played and played and played, the whole day and everyday thereafter...
One such, she found, one fine day and it broke her heart. There she saw him across the street and she knew that he needed care and support. There she saw, in front of her a lean, weak and hurt puppy trotting its way through the street. A vehicle had hit him and he sat on the ground, looking at her trying to tell something that she already knew. She knew she has to take care of him and be with him. She knew he needed her. That moment was theirs, that moment was everlasting. She picked him up and took him home.
She resisted her mother and father constantly telling her to take that dirty little dog away. She knew this was coming. She knew she had no chances of ever retaining a true best friend. She knew she had to give him up.
She and him were together for seven days. Seven days of his life, seven days of hers and he submitted to her forever.
He had beautiful and kind eyes. They both sunbathed after a nice cold bath everyday. They played for hours in the lawn while the spring blossoms smiled up to the sunny cloudy sky. He was named Fingers, short for Butterfingers
.
Its been a week and Fingers wasn't lean and thin anymore. He wasn't shivering or sick. Its been a week that her family has been tolerating all the nuisance, with the fur all over the place, with footwear missing and with everything that went out of order in the household.
'It was time for Fingers to go. To start his own strong happy life and to explore his world.' her father had told her. 'But he was just starting to tooth! He had just begun to chase his tail! Were those the traits of a strong big dog?' she used to wonder.
She woke up the next morning with eyes full of tears and a heavy heart. She got up from her bed and saw Fingers sleeping at peace, inside one of her shoes in which he found his bed, like it was the safest place on Earth, like he had found his home in it. She was sure this was what love looked like.
She picked him up and held him with care so that he doesnt wake up but he anyways does. She held him by her arms and sang a lullaby to himso that he would dose off again. She walked and walked with him on her arms, careful of every movement so that he doesnt open his big eyes because if he does, he was going to sense the pain behind her smile and was going to find out that he was being taken away from her. This would tear him apart and then break her heart as well.
A little boy was playing on the street when she managed to compose herself. She asked him if he liked dogs and seeing the innocence in his eyes, she decided to trust him with her soul and part with it.
But fate had something else in store for her, a gesture that will leave a mark on her life, an act of love that will convince her that love can be found and felt, and it felt like butterflies flying over a bubbling stream.
Life had broken her heart many times in the past. But this time, she was mystified by the love she had felt by a being who couldnot even talk to her, yet can understand everything that she had to say. The language of love is like no other, indeed.
No words could describe how she cried herself to sleep that night. She had cried many times to sleep before but this time, she was breaking into pieces. Many times in the past, she had felt selfish heartbreaks andworthless tears. But this time, she wanted to cry, she wanted to feel, she wanted to cherish what she felt, was nothing but pure understanding, loyalty, trust, love unconditional.
The dawn of the new day brought new challenges and shed anew light. They say change is the only thing that's permanent. This day was meant for the healing offresh wounds and endurance was the only way. She opened the door to their lawn, sat on the grass they used to play in everyday, thought about their time together and felt the vacuum, the loneliness haunting her from every direction. He had left. She would never see him again. She broke down there, shouting out his name lying down in that same grass, their grass.
Tears streaming down her cheeks and blinding her eyes, she felt someone running to her with four paws and before she could comprehend what was actually happening, that being jumped on top of her and started licking all her tears away and she rolled with laughter and joy on the ground as she had realised that the same soul she had cried for the last night has found his way back to her, through traffic, through people, through bigger dogs and through every hurdle in that big ruthless world out there. He had sniffed and trotted his way back, miles from where she left him, overnight and made it to his shoe pair where he was peacefully dreaming as he always does; so that when she comes out the next morning shouting out his name, he would know that she would be there for him the entire day.
That it was time to play.
He had found his way back home, the only place where he felt was the safest for him.
They played and played and played, the whole day and everyday thereafter...
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