Dogs
don't have souls, do they?
I remember bringing you home.
You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur. You bounced
around the room with your eyes flashing and your ears flopping around.
Once in a while, you'd let out a yelp just to let me know this was your
territory.
Making a mess of the house
and chewing on everything in sight became a passion, and when I scolded
you, you just put your head down and look up at me with those innocent
eyes, as if to say, "I'm sorry, but I'll do it again as soon as you 're
not watching."
As you got older, you protected
me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who waked by. when
I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging,
just to say "welcome home I missed you." you never had a bad day, and I
could always count on you to be there for me.
When I sat down to read the
paper and watch TV, you would hop up on my lap, looking for attention.
you ever asked for anything more than to have me pat your head so you could
go to sleep with your head over my leg.
As you got older, you moved
around more slowly. Then one day, old age finally took it's toll, and you
couldn't stand on those wobbly legs anymore.
I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying
to make you young again. You just looked up at me as if to say that you
were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything,
you had to ask me for one favor.
With tears in my eyes, I drove
you one last time to the vet. One last time, you were lying next to me.
for some strange reason, you were able to stand up in the animal hospital;
perhaps it was your sense of pride.
As the vet led you away, you
stopped for an instant, turned your head and looked at me as if to say,"Thank
you for taking care of me."
I thought, "No, thank you for taking care of
me.
Anon
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