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Laura Creighton's avatar

I think people want to love and be loved back in return.

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Rafa Martin's avatar

Before the start of the pandemic, I adopted a greyhound. I had never ever had a dog at home. Byron was a gorgeous creature, full of terrors and traumas caused by the hunter who was his first owner. It supposed a challenge to take care of him in a city, plenty of hard, disturbing noises, that could provoke some crazy runs, facing roads, cars, and a tramway. Some nights of fireworks, I found him trembling inside the bath. Due to poor food attention when he was a puppy, he tended to eat as much as he could in one intake, and was always in search of outdoor debris, droppings, and corpses.

He died one year ago from sudden viral pneumonia. And a part of me also passed away. He was the dog who never barked, always waiting for me, for any stroke, loyal and loving, tender and warm. He didn't bark, he couldn't talk, but I have never been so connected with another living being. There weren't those ultimate barriers, the shields we put between humans, even between the most affectionate lovers. I miss him every day, sometimes with funny, happy memories, sometimes crying, like right now.

I am a complete atheist, and I don't believe in such fantasies people make of afterlives. But if I am wrong, and there is a Heaven up there, I hope Byron will be there, running wild and free, unbound by limits and evil.

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