my life in 963 words...

It’s has been almost one year and 4 months I landed up here..Life has changed from been a baby boy to someone with responsibility..I love this and I am proud of this..It wasn’t all that easy from the day one when I landed up on this beautiful planet earth..I had my mum with few of my brothers..She fed us..I never knew who my father was..Mum told it was god and till today I love to believe that way as it gives me strength and wipes out any kind of loneliness I felt...I was fighting with mum and brothers for my share of milk from her..though it was a big family we were happy..But as said life isn’t that easy..It always throws challenges at you..to make you better and more better as the master programmer knows what he is doing..I lost my mother someway which I am yet to figure out..I don’t know and all I knew was me and my brothers were left out alone in the street against the cold wave and the hot sun strokes as our companions during night and day..I knew that my existence would be hard and I would perish down the soil with no one knowing the time I was born nor I died..life played again..I lost my brother to the changing climatic conditions as he was too weak to withstand the brutal forces of nature..I was counting my days laying under a shelter near a mechanic shop..My brothers moved out as they thought moving was a better choice than staying back..I never saw them again…It was November when the cold was creeping in and I was freezing in a corner..I closed my eyes and I could hear death walking around the streets towards to me to wrap me in a golden sheet and take me with her..I could hear it in the air..I closed my eyes and I could hear my heart pumping against a body which was bidding farewell to the world with still a hope of one more day in this beautiful earth.


But faith always pays off..I could hear sounds though my eyes were too heavy to open for my body was weaker to move..I gained strength..Shrugged against the wall and opened my eyes..I wasn’t dreaming, but was I ? I wasn’t... coz I could feel the energy in the room when I opened my eyes..I could hear those exciting voices touch my ear drum..I could feel the warmth of body against mine...From the roadside to a home..I was just too happy for been alive though my body was too weak against my strong emotions..I was bottle feed for the first few days..Food came from time to time and all I had to do was sleep and wakeup for the next round of food on my table..Days passed by and I gained strength to walk around the house..for I never knew that this was the place I was born for..


Turning back one and half years now looks like a story I love to tell..I have a strong Dad my Master, beautiful Mum, Lovely sister and a Bold brother..I have a family whom I can Look on..I am happy now coz I am the pet of the family…I have a beautiful kennel ..I have my own plate..I have my own territory defined and most of all I have the love I really want..I have the freedom for everything..I play, I run, I chase, I sleep, I hang around at times lazy but mostly I bark... coz that’s my business...


I was so happy when I heard my Bro found his girl..I was happier coz he was happy..I was waiting for the day when I could see my new sister..I was excited and thrilled which I didn’t hide and ran around my territory to diffuse my emotions..My bro though away from home comes to Visit me once in a month..He plays with me a lot and we used to share a bond of friendship.. Who said Animals can’t speak coz we speak without speaking...I loved him coz he was naughty so was I ..My eyes would always be wet when he finishes his vacation and moves back… But life had to be moved on..I was happy for him; though I would miss him…after all he is my only brother.


I was shocked and devastated when I heard it.I couldn’t believe what I heard..Why was this been told? Why was life giving me a shock again? Air froze around me coz I as not able to breathe, I was losing my hearing as I couldn’t believe what I heard.  As my new sister didn’t like me nor my brothers and she wanted me to be shipped to some different house..She was fearing that I would lick her, I would go near her..If I had an opportunity to speak in my life I would have told her that, that’s the way that I show my love, that’s the way I show my gratitude..How can someone do this to me..I am all alone and by shipping means I would be plucked from my sweet home, away from my loving parents to a territory unknown to me..away from home…away from what I had been all these years…I couldn’t cry as I was too weak and sick for that..My world has been torned apart..I have a bleak future..I could be back to the streets where I was born..to be survived if I am wild enough among my other brothers..Or to be perished to the soil, fighting with them or hit by a fast moving automobile, but this time with a gratitude that my small sacrifice made a huge difference for my master’s life..I wish if I could speak I would have told her why I lick...I wish I could speak

~a dog