A Life Waning Out- The Last Meal.
She was a pretty sight to behold
When I first met her.
With a coat of chocolate hues and
An ever wagging, blissful tail
She won affection with her frisky feet.
Hungry for food, but ah-
More hungry for love,
She’d skip and bound alongside us
Playing up her charms in hopes
Of a crunchy snack or a tasty morsel.
I never saw her as a little tyke,
She was already a maiden, but more of a mother
Her docile offspring meekly following her trail,
Sometimes loved and sometimes reprimanded-
But it was a mother’s love all the same.
Time passed by and I saw her less and less
A year or two flew by, and one day
I was surprised to see her alone, and worse-
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 her antics-
She’d been responsible for the eternal slumber
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 vacillating mind
And rebuked myself for being such a washed-out shame.
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 surprise-
She wagged her chocolate tail with glee.
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 end.
A pile of bones gingerly draped with a chocolate-brown coat.
She took her time, lapping up the meagre meal.
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, yesterday.
And her last meal along with it.
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.