Love’s Gastric Connection

She loved him too much – she used to wait for him to come home everyday, patiently watching the door, never losing hope even when he turned up late, or sometimes, never at all. She didn’t say anything even when she could smell the perfume and see the stains of lipstick on his shirts. She sat close to him and allowed him to run his hand through her hair because she knew he liked doing it. She knew that despite his affairs, he still loved her. She believed that more strongly as each day passed and the affairs grew more and more prominent. He didn’t bother hiding it from her anymore – he started bringing his women home, caring little for what she thought and what she felt. She couldn’t cry out loud or voice her opinion for fear that he might stop loving her. Sometimes, she wanted to lash out at him, but restrained herself. She hated those other women.

But her jealousy was kept hidden within herself. She dared not do anything to upset him. She loved him beyond words and she knew he loved her.

But that night, when he forgot about her, she was angry. Even thorough all his women, he still had found the time to talk to her and kiss her. But that night, he completely forgot her. Anger made way to forgiveness pretty quickly. Her love for his touch became unbearable. And in the dead of the night, when all was still and all were asleep, she stole up to his room and crept up to where he was sleeping, nuzzled close to him, sniffed him and let out a soft bark, as if to say, “Feed me, I’m hungry…”

He woke up, smiled at her, ruffled her hair and said, “I love you. Come on, I’ll get you some juicy bones!”

She padded after him into the kitchen, wagging her bushy tail…

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9 thoughts on “Love’s Gastric Connection

  1. @nectarfizz
    thanks 🙂

    @jimsmuse
    maybe she did… i’m too embarrassed to say it out loud… hehe…

    @Priya
    Gotcha! 😉

    @jack
    Thanks! 🙂

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