The warmth of the sun on my fur, the excited bark at the mailman, the joy of a good belly rub – these are distant memories now. My world has shrunk to the soft, familiar scent of my bed, the faint murmur of my human’s voice, and the heavy ache that has settled deep within my bones. My body, once so eager to leap and run, feels heavy, reluctant to move. My breath comes in shallow, uneven gasps, and the taste of my favorite food is just a faint, unwelcome memory. I’m very sick.
I try to tell my human, with a soft whimper or a gentle nudge of my head, but I know they already see it. Their eyes are often red, their touch is extra gentle, almost hesitant. They talk to me in soothing whispers, words I don’t fully understand, but the love in their voice wraps around me like a warm blanket. I can feel their worry, a heavy cloud that hovers over us both.
The days are long now, blending into a hazy blur of discomfort. Sleep offers little escape, punctuated by shivers or the sudden spike of pain. I miss chasing the ball, feeling the wind in my ears, the pure exhilaration of a good run. I miss jumping onto the couch for a cuddle, my tail wagging so hard my whole body shakes. Now, even lifting my head feels like a monumental effort.
My human takes me to the kind people in white coats. They prod and poke, their hands cool on my aching body. They give me strange-tasting liquids and tiny pills, hoping to make the bad feelings go away. I trust them, because my human trusts them. But sometimes, even their efforts feel like a distant echo against the overwhelming fatigue.
I see the worry in my human’s eyes, the way they watch me constantly, their every movement a careful concern. I want to tell them not to be sad, that I love them more than anything. I want to lick away their tears, to nuzzle into their hand with my old warmth. But even that takes so much energy now.
My spirit is still here, bright and full of love, even if my body is failing. I still dream of chasing squirrels, of boundless fields, of healthy, strong paws. But the dreams are fading, replaced by the quiet ache of my reality.
So, as I lie here, feeling the last vestiges of my strength slip away, I ask for something more. Something beyond medicine, beyond human understanding. I ask for a universal comfort, a wave of gentle energy from kind hearts. Please, someone send me a blessing. Send a whisper of peace, a touch of light, a moment of solace. Let it surround me as I face whatever comes next. Let it comfort my human, who feels every ache with me. Just a small blessing, a gentle wave of compassion, to carry me through this.
