Rocky, the joyful companion

Rocky was my nieghbour for 5 years. He came along my the uncle next door adopted him. He was so attached to uncle, truly a companion to uncle. The barks I heard each time would alert me to passers wla

Now Rocky is gone. When the uncle had to move out as he can't be on his own any more as age was catching up. Uncle was in his 70s already. When Uncle left, Rocky was having the whole house to himself. He became wary of people as time went by. But when I stroked him, I felt the sadness in Rocky.

My heart chokes till this day when Rocky comes in to my mind. Why? Because of his age, Rocky could not find someone to adopt him. I wish I could... I wish I had. Rocky ended up in the pound. I prayed each day, that Rocky has been adopted. If he has, I wish him all the happiness he has. I dare not think what happens if Rocky had not been adopted.

Rocky... I miss you.

When wings are clipped

I am grounded. When I had wings, not that I don’t have any now, my wings took me to flight, I could not care less for anything in the world. The feel of wind through my feathers… the lightness in me… Now that I lost my flight abilities, I wished I was not so irrational to have my wings clipped in return for life free of worries.

Let me weigh my pros and cons – I have no worries where and when my next meal will come but I cannot fly. I have no worries where to find shelter when the storm comes but I cannot fly. I have no worries being preyed upon but I still cannot fly.

Was this comfort worth it for the loss of freedom?