I lost a darling, on a busy street of Manhattan when the human race was shooing away a dog. It's mouth was dry, his body was weak, with every step he just wished someone would pet his head last time and spend time with him.
Isn't this what we mostly do when our darlings leave the world, but he was alone. Living in the harsh world and surviving on his own, he ate the smelly trash thrown in the corners of road. I was not with him and this is the most regretful memory of my life till now.
He without a name and relationship, left a sense of emptiness and loss into my life. My dear darling lost his life today, 8/9/21.
He could only walk ten steps after being rejected for the last time when he lost the consciousness. It was a matter of time, if only someone could have given him fresh water for the last time, maybe it was his wish to have a home before the heavens get another angel. Darlings like him go to heavens and they remain stray for their whole life but for me, they remain my Darlings.
I can't digest this news, my Darling lost his life.
- R
