Rada

They say you can’t humanize an animal. But you can compare.

Why are they dirty, hungry, downtrodden, poking their wet noses into their knees and looking into their eyes?

You stroke the furry back and feel the tension of every muscle, as if they were waiting for a trick, a kick. You move to your head and scratch your ear; the tension subsides and your eyelids close with funny dog ​​eyelashes. They don’t purr, but there is definitely a sound, I could swear it’s a dog “purring”.

You remove your hand – it’s time to go, and you hear a long, heavy sigh… she again became homeless and unnecessary to anyone, but now, a second ago, this dog almost believed that now she was protected, this hand would stroke her every day, scratch her ear, and there will even be a roof over your head, and there will be food, your own bowl, no matter what color, it will be your own. I’m walking, I turned around, and she’s lying there, faithfully looking after me… Who am I to her? Who is she to me?

Like eternal children. Who cannot complain, cry, cannot ask. But they only cause contempt from everyone, disgust, indifference, and aggression. And why? Will they understand that it is not their fault that they are on the street? That they are already the best, the most loyal. And the fault of their god, that is man. Who did not consider it necessary to bear responsibility to the end, from the moment of the fluffy ball to the old lame, blind dog.

And she tries so hard to please, ingratiates herself, sincerely being sure that she did something wrong…