A Home in Need
When Jerry drove us to the forest last month, I thought he was feeling adventurous. When he undid the leash and collar, I thought he wanted me to feel free while running and frolicking. When he rushed back to the car, I thought he went to get our frisbee. Soon he got in and started the car. I wasn’t sure of this new game and didn’t know the rules so I ran after, but he sped off. In a hurry, he even ran over my paw.
Life in the wilderness was hard. A human pelted stones; a wild animal pinned me down. There was hardly any food, none fresh. And it rained a lot. It was cold. And scary. But these nice people rescued me. At first, I barked them away, but they waited patiently. I was tired and hungry, and the treats smelled nice. When life’s been cruel, unexpected kindness can be unsettling. I was scared but I trusted them. You have to be vulnerable to find love, that’s life!
They took me to the shelter, fed and bathed me. And then to the vet. The nice lady there treated my injuries. They spoke in hushed tones about finding a microchip but Jerry not wanting me back. I can’t say what happened. Sometimes in life you get punished for being a good boy. Maybe his priorities changed. I just hope he’s in a better shape than when he took me in. It was nice to be a part of his life.
Three nights ago, this little girl told the nice rescuers that she wanted me. I could sniff dog scent on her pullover, but she looked sad. I offered her my paw; she smiled. They took me home, offered me food, clean bed and new toys. And waited for me to open up. Last evening, I wagged my tail after a long time. It made her happy. For every homeless, there’s a home in desperate need. We just have to keep looking.
Maybe today I will ask for belly rubs.
PS: Hope nothing was lost in translation.