She wailed when they took her baby away – the one she had spent the last eight weeks nursing. Her perfect, happy child had become a favourite in no time. His happy laughs and beaming golden face drew everyone to him and why not! A bundle of sunshine he was!
The gentle poke he gave the big man was enough to bring a smile. She looked on unhappily as the man picked up her baby and cradled him. He whispered, “What do you think, little guy? Ready for your new home? Your new mommy is waiting to welcome us!” She couldn’t say a word and scream that he had no right to handle her baby. She had laboured for hours to give birth to him as she had with his brothers. She had fought with their father to keep her children safe and sound. She had never wanted her children to be separated. She had never wanted this.
One by one, she saw her children being taken away from her. Every time she shed tears with cries falling on deaf ears. She had worried endlessly about keeping her baby in check once he grew up to be the strong, determined man that he was showing promises of. With a sinking feeling she realized that her concern was futile as she wouldn’t be around to see him grow. Every time they came, she was barely spared a glance. Her broken legs meant she was of no value – she could not love as the others would. She looked down at her useless legs and strained to straighten them out. Every time she missed and fell on her sides. Every time she painfully made her way back to her bed. Forlorn, she whispered to herself “Why me?”
Tomorrow was different. No, they did not give her baby back. No, her legs did not straighten out. But she was helped to her feet and tucked into bed. She saw an old man with twinkling eyes at her side, gently stroking her head and comforting her. He looked at someone standing by the porch and said, “Her. I want her”. Her tail started wagging happily at those words and she yelped softly, “Why me?” The man smiled at her knowingly as he limped to the payment counter speaking the words that had never come her way before, “She’s perfect!”
My first foray into fiction 🙂 This was in response for mindlovemisery‘s prompt, “Why me?”
Tried to present two sides of it. Feedback appreciated 🙂
An Armchair Perfectionist 
Oh this is so heartbreaking and the ending brought tears to my ears
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Thank you! Not just for the feedback.. but also for the thought provoking prompt 🙂
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I love a happy ending 🙂 This was nicely turned around, I enjoyed it a lot!
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Thank you 🙂 Every dog deserves a happy ending!
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There can be two possibilities in life… “One is becoming a writer and the other is to remain Humane.”
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Ah! I am trying to explore a third one at the moment.
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You made me cry. Incidentally, I once fell on my hot wood stove to avoid stepping on my dog’s hind legs. His kneecaps have rolled since he was a puppy, and I wanted him to be able to walk and run. My burn healed, and, although he’s stiffer at almost 8 than he once was, he can still use all four legs.
I’m glad the mama in your story found her forever home, a place where she was perfect just as she was. And I want to scratch her ears, too….
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Wonderful! I stumbled on your blog almost more than a month back but had never commented.
So, here’s my first comment on your blog. I like the fact that you are a working person(ya, i know, cyber stalk!) and yet find time to write with so nice details.
Shall make commenting on blogs that I liked from here on.:)
I have a pet dog and I am pretty protective and concerned about him. I had similarly parted him from his mother and had felt so bad about it. You replayed that memory in my mind. Thanks!
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Wow!! Thank you so much for stopping by. I am truly touched that you have been taking your time and reading my stuff. You are most welcome here 🙂 Make yourself home. Enjoy your time with your dog.
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