My heart was closed shut after having to witness the death of someone I cherished the most. My hands could still remember the feeling when I embraced him. Often I drowned myself in the memories we shared, the time when we ate together, played together and the times when he comforted me. Even after years, when I moved to my new home, my mind was still there mourning beside his grave.
One day, when I opened the door to fetch my newspaper, a puppy was lying on the carpet outside the door, wagging its tail. At first, I thought it was a lost puppy who belonged to someone who stayed there before us. But sadly no one came looking for it.
I went around asking about the puppy's owner, but they said it was stray and people in the building fed it hoping that it would guard them. It would follow me quietly whenever I went to dispose of the garbage. I felt sorry seeing it eat from the trash, so I would keep a portion for it separately.
It was fun watching it play outside in the garden and slowly the closed-door started to open up. I was afraid of being hurt again and so I kept reminding myself not to fall for it. But watching it grow and follow me wherever I went dragging its broken front leg, I couldn't help but sympathise with it.
After a few months, there was a case of people being attacked by rabid dogs going on around the state, because of which the stray dogs were caught and indiscriminately killed without even testing for the disease. It was on my birthday that those people came to my house, looking for this puppy. I felt helpless and powerless, not a single sound came out of my mouth however hard I tried to scream out. All I could do was watch them drag it away.
Memories are like changing seasons, they are short-lived and our lives moves on even after they pass away. Some might hurt and others might make you happy, learn to move on because our clock is still ticking and it's the battery has not yet run out.
