The graceful creature ate her dinner, and then skipping with her tiny feet went and used the bathroom – she did everything a dog should do to be happy.
She then jumped on the bed, crawled next to me and adjusted herself in her favortie pose, sighing and moving her little head as she was falling asleep. She undertands human beings better than they do themselves. One can learn so much just by observing her – her eyes, her gestures, the looks and hints she gives. I love her more than anyone.
Suddenly, she moved…I looked at her and jumped in shock – her neck was tilted, and she shoke her body a couple of times.
I held her head and looked into her deep, loyal eyes. She looked at me: her eyes were calm, peaceful. She was not afraid.
It lasted just a second.
There it was, her little body, relaxed on the bed, on her favorite blanket.
I put her in a small cardboard box, and covered her little body with her blanket. It was terribly silent and motionless.
The cemetary was moist and dark. I started digging in the rain.
Time stopped.
I looked back in the box – the blanket was shinning white light and she was waking up. She got up, and walked around. She was smiling.
Soon, her neck was tilted again, and she looked pathetic in the rain, rocking back and forth. She looked like she had rabis. I held her head and looked in her eyes. It lasted just a second.
I woke up.
~Bani
