A Homeless Big Heart

I thought that being hungry, freezing, or in pain is the worst. I was wrong. The day I saw you standing in front of me, lifting me up in your arms from the filthy floor to the point where I could look straight into your eyes was the most beautiful experience I lived. But again, I was wrong.

I was welcomed in your home, standing near you on the couch, sniffing you and the meals you cooked, relaxing in a clean, warm, perfect bed. I accepted the leash for you. I tolerated the small cat which was in your home before you got me. In the past, I used to chase smaller animals to eat them…this is how I survived up to the date you met me. But for you, I ignored the cat and even the neighbor’s annoying poodle. Walking aside you in the park made me feel proud… The day I peed on the entrance carpet you got upset, but I couldn’t help it: I was so happy to see you!

I stopped chewing the corner of the couch although evenings were so long, waiting for you to come from work! I stopped because eventually you came and I didn’t want to see you upset because of me. I got used to climbing and waiting for you at the window when you came late and because it was getting dark, we couldn’t go to the park, as we used to. But it was fine. We had each other.

The day you came sick and couldn’t move from the couch it was the first time in my life when I forgot about food and drinking. I stand near you, couldn’t do much but was so afraid I will lose you, my friend! Luckily, it was just a cold.

The day you returned from work crying, I knew something really bad happened. You packed a lot of boxes, and sat down in front of the house, saying nothing. You were not alone, but you couldn’t talk to me. I sat near you, I didn’t know what else to do but had the feeling you need a friend.

You buried your face into my fur and start crying. You keep repeating that we remained without a home and this could have scared me because the darkest time of my life was when I was homeless.

For the first time, I wished I could speak. I was only able to lick your hand and your face. And you hold me. And that was truly the best moment of my life, even better than the day I came into your home. I felt like a loyal, useful friend. And I really didn’t care that we’ll not go back to the house, in the cozy, warm bed as long as I have you near me, forever!

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