Old and alone, I thought a dog would fulfill my life. I found him stray, dirty, hungry, petted him, and he followed me fearlessly. Now he’s my dog, I own him.
I talk to him, he answers me by licking my hands.
Fido, tomorrow we won’t have anything to eat, retirement is over, we’ll have to wait!
That blessed day arrives, in line with the other retirees, the script torn by time, clutched in my hands, I wait for my turn.
Fido wags happily.
He knows that today we will 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, thanking the sun, while a prayer is born from my heart:
Thank you Lord for having created the dog….