Old and alone, I thought a dog would fill my existence.
I found him in the street, dirty, hungry, I stroked him, he followed me without fear.
Now he’s my dog, I’m his owner.
I talk to him, he answers me by washing my hands.
“Fido tomorrow we won’t have anything to eat, the retreat is over, we’ll have to wait!”.
This blessed day arrives, online, with the other retirees, the booklet broken by time, clutched in my hands, I await my turn. Fido is shaking happily.
He knows that today we are going to eat more and a little better.
It’s already winter. My house is cold without fire. He is close and warms me. The beginning of spring finds us united in giving thanks to the sun, while from my heart, a prayer is born: “Thank you Lord for having created the dog”.
Credit: Ishu Fernando