Ayush Baweja, Class X G
I had been waiting for this day for a long time. I started getting worried when I saw my dad entering the house empty handed.
My dog, Buddy, had been at the vet for the past several days and I eagerly awaited his return. A few weeks ago, he had begun coughing up blood and we immediately took him to the veterinarian, where we were told that he would have to stay there for at least a few days. Buddy was to be discharged today and dad had gone to pick him up.
Seeing dad empty-handed made me feel lost and devastated. It could mean only one thing: Buddy didn’t make it. For the first time ever, I saw my dad’s eyes tear up. I felt a void in my chest, the vacuum of emptiness caving in.
My dad, my mother and I brought out all of Buddy’s toys and piled them up on the table. We looked at them in silence, remembering the dog that had kept me happy throughout my pain without understanding a word.
– X-
A couple of weeks later:
A large cardboard box was placed on the doormat. Inside was a beautiful little husky.
Sometimes, something has to end, for something new to start.
