The next morning I found her huddled at my gate, jumping with joy on seeing me; I just couldn't get annoyed looking at her prance in happiness and letting out whines of relief. Since it seemed like she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon I decided to give her a name - René. I could tell she liked having a name; I guess it gave her a feeling of belonging to someone. She learnt a few commands, and soon I began to get lessons on life from her - of loving unconditionally and living like there isn't going to be a tomorrow.
While my dogs, Casper and Spooky, have the luxury of a warm bed to get through the cold winter night, René has a pit she created in a pile of sand just outside my gate. Yet, she bears no grudge and continues to prance with joy everytime she sees me. She follows me as I walk my dogs, runs along with me as I jog and sits with me as I sit on a bench along the road. I talk to her and she looks at me, as if understanding everything I say. And then she walks along, back to what is now her new 'home'.
But she lives in the moment, with all the life that her frail body has to offer!
René, if only you could read this - thanks for following me that evening.
Casper and Spooky are now used to René's presence. And I am hoping my family warms up to the idea of having one more dog in the house...
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