He is all black, except for the eyes which are reddish and a patch of greyish brown near the tail. I started seeing him from one day all of a sudden. He might have been turned out by someone since he is getting old. How did he end up in that patch of the road, foraging and sleeping around there. He is always calm, perfectly still, looking at people passing through. I looked at him in the eye once and tried to smile, wondering afterwards if that was a normal thing to do. It is raining now. Real dark like an apocalyptic day. I wonder whether he got a shelter for days like this.
We were talking about someone in the community getting bit by a dog, while trying to rescue one stuck somewhere and taking daily injections. For me, my right palm might have been inside his mouth, to be bitten in the middle of my palm, to have the scar on both sides. One in the other arm where I needed stitches. I have vague memory of the place he used to lie around which was a narrow path between houses and I seemed to have trampled over his tail which provoked that attack. I remember walking through the wilderness which it was then, on the way to the medical college, with my mother, to get the injections. I am not sure if that played a part in making me a cat person till now and afraid of dogs.
Fast forward to now. She says I will bequeath her inheritance to my "nephew", since I love him so much. It is the kind of unconditional love, jumping for joy when he sees us every week. Not able to sit still for many minutes, running at mad speed, jumping all over us, wanting us to pet him, standing on two legs, putting his head next to me, looking at me with such innocence that melts the heart. She says he thinks we are his real parents, that he was just left there to be looked after. He changed me to a dog person.
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