Author: This is the Story of my beloved Pet Bruno who crossed the Rainbow Bridge when he was only five but he is not forgotten and never will be. It’s worth a read.
”The Last Wag ”
It was the night of nineteenth September in two thousand and fourteen. She was awake and was longing that night would go on and on. Those moments to continue forever, wishing that the morning not ever come. As she knew what the morning would bring to her – Emptiness.
He was lying on the floor, almost lifeless, helpless, counting his last breaths. That night was very cruel. She had no other option but to look at him and curse herself for not being able to do anything to keep him with her for the rest of her life.
She was wiping tears from her cheeks which were streaming down her eyes. He lay still without winking his eyes. And suddenly, his lifeless body made an effort to get up. Took a long and deep breath and wagged his tail. He wagged his tail alright, but for the very last time. It was symbolic as if to give her strength. And to ask her not to cry as he won’t be there to lap at her and wag his tail for when she would come back from school.
May be he tried to say that at this point of time for him, Euthanasia would be a Blessing for him as he can not bear the pain anymore. And he has fulfilled his purpose for which he was sent by the Almighty.
She was mature but she wasn’t able to differentiate between knowing and believing. She did not want to believe what’s going to happen and how tragic her life would be by the next morning. The entire house would become quiet. The toys which he gave life to, would again become lifeless, quiet. His barks, licks, scratching at the door, eager to respond to the doorbell even before us, that leash, what would she do with all of his belongings?
And unfortunately the morning came and for her, sun had never been that scorching before. For the very first time she did not take his muzzle with her as she knew he won’t misbehave from now onwards. She did not take his water bowl along with, as she knew he won’t be thirsty anymore. She did not take any toys of his to distract him from the injections at the clinic.
And then the time for his departure had arrived and the vet let him sleep forever and till his last breath. He kept looking at her, maybe asking to keep her promise and slept a sound sleep…
And it’s been three years and six months since then. And not a single day passes when she doesn’t remember or sometimes cry and laugh over his treasured memories. Though she tried not to cry as she gave him a promise on his deathbed that she would devote herself to the ones who are helpless and are seeking for food and shelter.
She has collected his photos and framed them up in photo frame. Has bought a showpiece of a dog of the same breed. Has got a keychain customized with his name. It makes her remember of the times when she used to take him out for a walk and how excited he used to become. And it makes her feel that somewhere he still feels that excitement.
But however hard she may try and gets on with her life, laugh and enjoy, there is a feeling of something missing from her life. His presence, his smell, his existence.
He is missing.
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