"Come here, boy."
I called a dog in a corner.
The eyes suddenly focused on me,
And I read a delighted pupil.
The ears suddenly stood up,
Like it needs to absorb all sounds.
The weakened feet struggled to stood up,
Trying to be alert,
But it gave way for a sitting position.
Still delighted and ears standing,
It automatically moves its tail
For an excited wag.
Its body followed,
But it was stopped by a strange
Pang of pain all over its old weak body.
I extended my hands, not to move closer.
Its nose moved for the familiar scent,
Its mouth opened to hum a growl.
Its senses had been awakened
It struggled to stand, to ran,
To give me a lick on the face,
Like it always did.
But it can't, it can just sit, it can't see.
It can just smell.
Finally, I smiled as I remembered
The loving memory of it.
At last I called the name.
Its growl deepened to express its longing,
From its misunderstood language.
My eyes clouded with tears as it lay down,
Extended its leg inviting a play,
It's like a puppy to my sight, I used to hug.
It waited for a long time, now its age weakens it.
"I'm home, boy."
My heart were touched and overwhelmed,
Like it had always made me feel.
We played, I carried it,
And give it a hug.
The lick, the growl and the wagging tail,
Welcomes me like no other did.
"Thank you so much
For the gift of faithfulness
And friendship, Stan.
Thank you for waiting."
It just rested on my shoulder
As it sang its last growl...