A Life Waning Out- The Last
She was a pretty sight to
When I first met her.
With a coat of chocolate hues
An ever wagging, blissful
She won affection with her frisky
Hungry for food, but ah-
More hungry for love,
She'd skip and bound alongside
Playing up her charms in
Of a crunchy snack or a tasty
I never saw her as a little
She was already a maiden, but more
of a mother
Her docile offspring meekly
following her trail,
Sometimes loved and sometimes
But it was a mother's love all the
Time passed by and I saw her less
A year or two flew by, and one
I was surprised to see her alone,
She'd met with some disease;
The tumour of evidence growing
larger and larger at her rear end.
And I was also cross and miffed at
She'd been responsible for the
Of three little tykes of her kind,
borne by another.
I'd cared deeply about the
deceased, loving fur balls
And her intruding into their
territory maddened me no less.
Time went by some more, and she
grew old alone.
I'd seen her lying down, growing
thinner by days.
She changed her abode to a
different parking lot,
And I saw her more often; it
occurred to me to help her-
But I always hesitated- for reasons
not worth contemplating.
And as I was returning home
yesterday, I witnessed
Her deplorable figure inching her
way across the road.
She'd not yet made it to the other
side- a van came along.
I'll regret for all my days at the
thought that ran my mind-
For that brief moment; I had wished
she'd be put out of her misery.
Such a thing did not happen, and I
breathed in relief.
I half-made up my mind to do
something as I trudged home.
I took my time that day, but soon I
was at my door.
It was then I grew tired of my
And rebuked myself for being such a
A little milk, a whole and a half
piece of bread-
Was what I armed myself with as I
made my way to her.
I reached the place, but she was
nowhere in sight.
Disheartened, I nearly turned back
but my legs went on-
Then I saw her once perfect
chocolate coat was the perfect blend with rotting leaves.
"Is she gonna die?"
I thought regretfully.
Yes, regret and guilt for all the
days I wasted in hesitation.
I slowly approached her, and to my
She wagged her chocolate tail with
I spoke to her in my tongue, and
her eyes welcomed me.
Filled with sudden resolve, I went
to her side-
Whilst trampling upon the rotting
vegetation, my nose sent up olfactory complains.
She was a sight to behold- but this
time my heart cringed.
Cringed at the sight of her over
swollen lips, one blind oozing eye and the huge growth at her
A pile of bones gingerly draped
with a chocolate-brown coat.
She took her time, lapping up the
And every time she heard me speak,
her tail replied.
Too weak to croon or even make a
guttural, her good eye spoke loud and clear.
She finished eating and I gently
stroked her head; and the look in her eye-
I wish I could have understood; my
top-of-the-food-chain brain rendered useless then.
Perhaps that was her last day,
And her last meal along with
I'm grateful I could be a part of
one life's journey.
The last I saw her, she seemed to
be in sleep-
But the weak twitching of her tail
let me know that she knew I was there.