The Day My God Died

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
What if your god died? Abandonment can be lonely...

Submitted: September 26, 2018

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My god watches over me. Like generations before me, he has given me food, shelter and love. He walks with me and shares secrets that no one else knows and I keep them close. As he is there for me, I am there for him. He walks with me in places unknown and keeps me safe. I fear nothing, for I know he will be there to protect me. My father, with all his life’s wisdom, before he passed told me to always protect him and do not go astray. I keep his word as I keep my god’s, close at heart. 
As he is there for me, I am there for him.  When he was alone, I comforted him. When he was sad, I was there to catch his tears. Lately I have noticed my god becoming slower, the turmoils of time have made his hair white, his legs shaky as he struggles to walk. He now lays in bed, a white film covering the once beautiful blue eyes I had grown to love.  Still, I watch over him, protect him from any dangers that may due my god harm. 
Until one day, he did not wake when I licked his cheek, his skin cold against my snout. I scream until I was hoarse...until other gods approach.  More filled the room...the gods cry for mine as I try to understand what is going on. The only thing I can do is cry out in a panic. It was the first time I’ve ever seen my god so still, so unmoving...
I try to break free from the bonds of the gods, to protect my god, but to no avail. The gods lifted mine off the bed and into a black bag...a rapid zip blocks my vision of my god...my best friend. In my panic, I become violent...I lash out, biting and scratching my way free, but am pinned to the floor as the wooden door slams shut in front of me. 
I’m alone now...trapped in a barred cage. I wonder, in the darkness of the room, if my god will rescue me...if he needed to be rescued... maybe I failed.  My heart grows cold in this cell as I snap at the other gods for taking mine away. I refuse to eat the poisons they dump in my tray. I begin to grow weak from exhaustion and starvation. 
It’s been 7 years since the last time I saw my gods face, yet it comforts me in my darkest times. I often see him in my dreams, relapses of memories we had. I wake up with a smile yet tears sting my eyes like soot.  
Until one day, when I’m too weak to stand, the gods lift me to a metal table. In my weakened state, I let them. They take me to the masked god in gloves. I struggle but my body remains still. A sharp pain shoots through my neck as I whimper in the shock of the swift pain. My eyes become heavy as my heart slows. 
And yet!!! I see my god!!! In the distance of a blinding light!  With every second he becomes more focused in reality.  He smiles at me with joy as he pats his leg. “Come on boy!  Time to go home.”  To my amazement I find the strength to run to him.  He lifts me to his face as I paw and lick it. He chuckles as he places me back to the ground. “Let’s go, I have so much to show you!!”  I look back at the masked god and the others as they fade into smoke. I follow my god with glee and never look back.


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