My Master

My master is a kind and gentle man, who comforts me through all things. He fills my belly with food and water, even scraps from the table. He gives me pets and love, takes me out, and let's me sleep in bed with him and his wife. 

She, too, is gentle. She gives me treats and is always home, as my master leaves for what they call work. I do not like this thing called work, for my master leaves early and comes home weary. He speaks to his wife, but I do not understand the words, only the emotions. He is upset, this has been common recently. 

Today, while my master was at work, a strange man came in. He put a hole in the floor, and I think my master will blame me, but he does not notice the hole. The hole is small, and a thin wire runs up from it. My master is excited about this wire, he spends the whole night on the silver box. The silver box opens and pictures appear on the lid, there are several small buttons that make the pictures change. This pleases master, he pets me as he watches the moving pictures and laughs. 

I am happy, my master is happy, his wife is happy. We are all in bed. My master holds me under his arm, close to his chest. I rest my head on the pillow next to him. This is comfortable, I feel warm and loved. His wife reaches an arm over and strokes my fur, bidding me a good night.

Today, my master fell asleep in the kitchen. His wife shook him awake and they went away. They did not return that night, one of my master's friends came to feed me and let me out. He stayed the night so that I did not sleep alone. My master has good friends. 

My master came home this morning, I am happy. I wag my tail and show my belly for pets. He seems better, and things return to normal. 

He goes away more often now, and his wife has a friend over. I do not like this friend, it smells of betrayal. They lock me out of the bedroom and make strange noises. I try to tell my master, but I cannot, for I do not have words. 

Master lost his hair today. He came home and all the black fur on his head was gone. It used to flow down to his eyebrows, barely covering his pale green eyes, but now they are in full view. He seems weaker, and his eyes more sunken. He now wraps his head in a cloth to keep himself warm. He continues to leave every day now, and the strange friend that I do not like comes more often. 

I bite at this strange friend and he is upset, he tells my master's wife to lock me up. So she does, and I am unable to do anything more. This strange friend makes me very upset, and I spend more time locked away in the bathroom. 

My master smells of death, it must be coming soon. He is only getting weaker and each day takes its toll. He has issues putting food in my bowl, or even eating himself. He stills does this thing called work, and that seems to way even heavier on him, making him so very tired. He comes home and goes straight to sleep. He bids me come lay with him, and I seem to comfort him a little. 

My master's wife left today. Her and my master got into an argument, and she called the strange friend. She took many things with her, but left behind a small, sun colored circle. She had thrown it on the ground, so I tried to fetch it. I was scolded for this action. My master says she is not coming home, but I wait by the door all night, hoping he is wrong. 

My master no longer leaves. This makes me happy, but he wreaks of death, I know he will pass on soon. I do not leave his side save for when he bids me go eat or drink. One day, he doesn't wake up. He lays there, and does not get me food. He does not stroke my fur. He has passed, and his body does not give off warmth any longer. I still go to his body for comfort. 

Today, he is stiff, I can no longer put myself under his arm, so I have to sleep at his belly. It stinks, but I endure it, his skin feels nice against my fur, and I wish to cherish my time with him. Finally, some people come and find him. They take him away, and they take me away. I am taken to a place with a small human. It must be a pup, but I do not care. I find a small spot to sleep.

The new human's bid me eat, but I am not hungry, I am waiting for my master to be returned to me. I am waiting to go home. So I continue to wait, the small human waits with me. Only the human pup understands that I am waiting, and it comforts me. 

Today I was taken to a small room with several people. My master was in a new bed, one that I was not allowed in. He seems peaceful, and I lay on the covering  of his bed. I do not move while several people come up and speak. My master's wife arrives, and I am upset. She does not need to be here, she abandoned him. 

I am taken back to the new pack, where the pup sits with me again. I still do not eat, I grieve for the loss of my master. I am growing weaker, and I know I should eat, but I am not hungry. I only grieve, and that fills my being. I am sad and lonely, and the human pup no longer sits with me, it leaves every morning and gets on this large yellow car. It seems to carry many human pups. It does not matter. 

I can no longer stand on my own and I cannot accompany the human pup outside anymore. I am brought food, even from the large cold box that sits in the eating area, but I am too weak to eat. I do not want to eat. 

I can see him, my master, he has returned, I wag my tail weakly. He bids me go eat, but I cannot, I do not have strength left. I whimper, and the human pup finds me. He strokes my fur and bids me farewell. I close my eyes, and I feel my master's touch as well. I fall asleep.