The unconditional love from, and to a pet that you give…translated…
I’d feared, the furry critters, especially dogs, as I saw it coming, I would, go the long away, make my way, around it, not dared coming face to face with the dog, nor had I ever, thought about, owning one. But my son was, exactly, opposite, loved them when he was younger, and when he’d bumped into them, he’d, got down and played with them for a very, long time, and not wanted to, get up and go.
When my son was four, someone abandoned long-haired dog with skin conditions right in front of our home. My son didn’t mind that its coat was completely matted up or that it was covered in filth, insisted that we adopt. And so, my husband can only, put the ointment on the skin, to help it heal up, and, after he’d, cleaned up the dog, then, the dog was, allowed in our home. My son was ecstatic, named the dog “Fluffy” right away, hugged onto him, used the dog as a pony, and, “Fluffy” didn’t mind my son one bit, and allowed him to do what he wanted, the human and dog got along very fine.
Fluffy is female, we’d not paid attention to her estrus, and, she came back home pregnant, gave birth to seven puppies, this made my son really overjoyed. But we had to go to work, and he started school, how do we take care of a total of eight of them? And after the talks with my son, he’d, finally, compromised, kept that white-colored male puppy he’d already named, “Milky”, and send the rest, away, and so, “Fluffy” and “Milky”, the mother-son pair became, our, family.
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When Fluffy was fourteen, she’d, finally died, my son who was in middle school was grief-stricken, and wrote her an eulogy, which moved his teacher so, and every since, my son became, even more, inseparable from Milky. When my son was doing his homework, Milky would stay under his desk, he hated baths, and, my son threatened him, “you don’t go in for a bath, I won’t play with you anymore!”, and he’d, gone into the bathrooms to get a bath. Early in the morn, as he saw I’m going off to work, he’d, followed me to the end of the hall, barked two times, like he was, saying, “bye, mom”, to me, watched me leave, then, head back inside.
Other than feeding him the dog food, his favorite food was the meatballs, and surely, meatballs were meant for humans, way too salty for him, and he had skin condition, which is a total no for him. And, every time we’d fed him some, we’d told him, you only get two per day, and no more, and he’d, understood, after we’d given him his ration during lunch time, at supper, he’d, gone back to his food bowl and eaten his own, dog food, I’d joked with my husband, that “Milky” was way better behaved than our son.
As my son went away to college, Milky got old, started having cataracts, and became incontinent, along with other signs of aging, due to how he couldn’t see anymore, he’d, bumped into the walls a lot, and when he couldn’t control his bladder, I’d, followed him, wiping it up, and I’d not blamed him. When my son isn’t home, Fluffy won’t EVER take a bath, and, as my husband forced him into the bathrooms, he’d, started, barking loudly, and made it look like he was going to, bite him, totally, out of, control, his coat, white and long, covered in filth, totally, resembling that of, a stray. I’d told my son, to be, prepared, that Milky is about to go find his, mom soon.
When my son was in the armed services, one day my husband and I went to run some errands, before we’d left, I saw that something wasn’t, quite right in his eyes, and as we’d come back, he’d, died on that placemat, peacefully, went to be, an angel. We’d had a veterinary hospital to cremate him, to sort through his, final, affairs. And now, as I’d thought of him, of how he’d, closed his eyes, and not moved, I’d not become fearful, when I saw dogs on the street now. Fluffy, Milky, thank you both, for teaching me, that humans and dogs experience the wide varieties of emotions just the same, you love them, they will, love you, even, more.
And so, these are, the dogs, that you end up, owning, that had, come to you, because of affinity, and you’d, loved both the mom and the puppy, and you’d, taken good care of both, until they’re, old, and then, passed in peace.
There’s no greater unconditional love that we can offer to our pets, and the love we showed them, is reciprocated back to us, with the hardest part of watching the grow old, and die, but, they will, always, stay with us, because we will, always and forever remember the times we’d shared with them, and the love they have for us, and the love we have, for them too.
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