Life is Suffering

I was riding back home after meeting up with some friends. It was a long ride back home and I was almost out of petrol.

I navigated the bike in one hand while holding the phone in the other. I kept an eye on the road too.

Then as if in an instant a puppy ran across the road and stood in front of the path of the bike.

I swerved to the right and closed my eyes holding onto any hope I had remaining.

I could hear the screams of the puppy. I braked to one side and started walking backwards.

About 5-6 dogs started barking and growling at me , one of them definitely seemed like the mother.

I used the flashlight on my phone to shine light on the puppy.

There were more than one ,but the particular idiot who stood in the middle of the road was of a particular pattern and was moving about.

Relieved I walked back to the bike and kept going.

Finally having found a petrol pump and refilled I was about to start the bike when a bike came in at a very high speed and hit a dog.

The rider continued on.

The dog yelped.

I parked the bike.

This time knowing that it wouldn't be good. It seemed fate was following me around.

The dog had a very fast heartbeat as I lifted him off the road and placed him on the grass.

He possibly had some form of blunt trauma or maybe the bike ran over his legs.

He urinated on the spot.

I tried to move him around and do whatever I could, not knowing anything whatsoever about canine anatomy.

I waited there with him till his heart stopped beating. I bade him goodbye as I closed his eyes and left.

On the way back home I kept looking at the road ahead at all the dogs and I also kept looking in the rearview mirror to see if death was still riding behind me.

"Death is not the greatest loss in life , The greatest loss is what does inside us while we live"

- Norman Cousins