Thursday, November 11, 2021

Gilded Guilt(page-3)


     Tara grew and fortunately for them she never required much maintenance from a Veterinarian but after her first year, she realized because she’s smart that Robbie loved her more than the rest of the family. She slept every night with Robbie in the basement and she always required a full rub down and several kisses before she nodded off and that little snore of hers was the sweetest thing on earth, Robbie got up and drifted out to work in the mornings, hard and laborious work of carrying brick and mortar, a back-breaking job, but it kept some measly money in his pocket but the money went fast, $200 wasn't much money to take home yet he had no due rent living with his widowed mother and the whole paycheck would be dispersed the following weekend to various bar hopping establishments from one end of the county to the other end. 

     One day when Robbie was away carrying mud and brick at work, Tara was run over by an automobile, Robbie came home and found her almost dead in his mother's flower bed, she looked up at him, and tears of pain were present in her eyes, he couldn't pick her up without her yelping in excruciating pain, so, she laid there for a week, and Robbie cooked her pork chops, and used an old syringe to throw liquids of water and milk down her fragile body, she ate very little, and this concerned Robbie very much, his poor baby in misery and writhing in pain. He felt helpless and completely alone, nights without her beside him and her snoring was deathly silent. Tara laid there for two weeks but one day, she got up, walked limply over to Robbie and kissed him, she then had a bowel movement, something she didn't have for ten days. The following days, she made a complete recovery and was the same loving sweetie Robbie loved, nights with his baby were more precious now than ever because both knew and realized life isn't forever. 

     Robbie’s mom wasn't an animal lover, she believed dogs and cats deserved to be outside, though she tolerated Tara because Tara always ran to the basement down the stairway and cried out for Robbie like she hasn't seen him in twenty years, she did this every day now, I guess she knew by now who loved her and stood by her in her darkest hours, animals aren't stupid. Tara was officially Robbie’s dog now, and no family member contested this, they simply had their own lives to be concerned with and not some spoilt dog. 


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