The puppy was cradled in my hand, as I stepped out of the gate. I could feel it shiver, or was it me? I pulled my 30-year old khaki coat closer, and held Terry tighter. I never could stand the feeling on these days. Things around have changed much, yet they havent in many ways...
Terry's whimpering increased as the winds blew harder, into the crevices of my coat, and I huddled into myself.
He gave me Terry as he started his walk, I would have been amused if not for where he was going. Terry came from nowhere and found his way into his solitary world; so much for tight security. And now he's with me...
For two weeks, I saw him smile, laugh and inspite of all what he has done, I felt for him. Then I saw him cry, and weep like a boy accepting himself. My own son had left me as he could not stand to face how I have brought him up, by doing what I do. Is that why I felt for him? Maybe, maybe, but I have learned to step away from it, the emotions and do what has to be done.
Yes things change, with alarming alacrity and lucid sadness too. Technology has crept in to help us, yet we are still here. For all these years, life still retains its cruelty and beauty.
He was young, and full of life. Yet he had to do all those cruel things. Didnt he know of the that it always catches up, if not in this life, in the next?
No, I should not judge, who am I to judge? I am merely the ferryman, I only push the button.
Someone has to do it. I chose me.
