This little bundle became a part of our lives eight years ago.....
Alfie Kurup, love and cherish you....
Wagging his
tail joyfully
He greets me at the doorstep
with undisguised pleasure
Making me feel
so welcome...
At least
there was someone
Genuinely
pleased to see me
And not
ashamed to show it….
Yet all he
wants is…….
A friendly
pat
A kindly hug
And a loving
look…….
All so easy
to give
Yet so
rarely given…….
His little
heart overflowing
With
unconditional love...
His soft,
melting eyes
Speaking
innumerable languages
His silent
acceptance of things
Inspite of
changes and turmoils…….
Tied up at
intervals
According to
our whims
Waiting to
be taken out
Whenever we
have time
His freedom
restricted
To suit our
fancies……..
Does he miss
his family?
Does he feel
homesick?
Does he know
of God?
Does he have
a religion?
Does he
wonder at the world?
Does he think
of Death?
Does he have
dreams of his own?
Or does he
just sit and watch
Life passing
by in front of him………
Taking each
day as it comes………?
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