Lost And Found Again
Si Upik imagined her dear dog got a stunning blow on his head, or slaughtered, cut off his head, or perhaps as a corpse on the street after an accident with a car. If she only could know that Chicko was stolen by someone who would really love him, she readily would give him up.
When she came home after searching for her dog in the neighborhood, she feared that she never would see him again. And she remembered his hair so soft, his body so warm, his pulsation so live, … when he reminded her that his water vessel was empty by playing with it or scratching with his paws against the fridge when he wanted iced(!) water.
She softly heard a noise as though someone was repairing the roof. Not a cat, it was impossible that her dog would be on the roof. Yet she forced herself to climb. How scary it was for her who is a doctor. No woman doctor was ever climbing the roof except perhaps in films.
When she reached the ridge, she looked into the other side. Yes, there he was as in the story of the lost lamb, not trapped on the edge of a precipice but on the edge of the roof. A misstep would make him fall. She climbed down to him trembling, reached, embraced him, while Chicko clung to her and so, she, small as she was, took him as large a lamb in her arms on the roof.
How happy she was. Chicko who was received as a very dear family member was lost and found again. A long while she kept awake. It was love that made her, every one, every creature brave. Though money could make life comfortable, easier, it was love that made her, us so happy, even though for an animal.
Jayakarta, May 22, 1993
Si Upik imagined her dear dog got a stunning blow on his head, or slaughtered, cut off his head, or perhaps as a corpse on the street after an accident with a car. If she only could know that Chicko was stolen by someone who would really love him, she readily would give him up.
When she came home after searching for her dog in the neighborhood, she feared that she never would see him again. And she remembered his hair so soft, his body so warm, his pulsation so live, … when he reminded her that his water vessel was empty by playing with it or scratching with his paws against the fridge when he wanted iced(!) water.
She softly heard a noise as though someone was repairing the roof. Not a cat, it was impossible that her dog would be on the roof. Yet she forced herself to climb. How scary it was for her who is a doctor. No woman doctor was ever climbing the roof except perhaps in films.
When she reached the ridge, she looked into the other side. Yes, there he was as in the story of the lost lamb, not trapped on the edge of a precipice but on the edge of the roof. A misstep would make him fall. She climbed down to him trembling, reached, embraced him, while Chicko clung to her and so, she, small as she was, took him as large a lamb in her arms on the roof.
How happy she was. Chicko who was received as a very dear family member was lost and found again. A long while she kept awake. It was love that made her, every one, every creature brave. Though money could make life comfortable, easier, it was love that made her, us so happy, even though for an animal.
Jayakarta, May 22, 1993
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