"Would you think of the wind and rain as I lie on the mat outside the door? Would a thought of something is wrong pass by your mind if the scratching at the door dies down with every passing moment? Could you remember the innocent one you took into your home those many years ago, wobbly on his oversized paws, curious nose and bright eager eyes? Can those fond memories of stern scoldings and delightful rewards remain vivid in the mind, or have they slowly began to fade with the passage of time? What if his first words were hello with a slight slur and the last words you remember were an old yet heartfelt thank you, only sound like distant echoes. Should the smell of burn salve applied to bumbling paws as they tried to help, just be a whiff of some ancient aroma lost in the air? If the argument over some silly words said wrong end in saying something hurtful?

The burrow is such a lonely place now, that warm body by the fire, the slow and rhythmic breathing. It is not fair for the gods to grant me such a long life while yours is short and finite. Sadness is my state that I have not gotten to know you better. From pet to soulmate as seen by those unseen was our path together. I stand upon that path and wish for that soft breeze from a happy wagging tail. No other shall take your place for you were the last. Your memory may fade, yet my heart will remember you, my faithful friend.

This was from a perspective of a rabbit doe lamenting about the puppy she found years ago, not knowing he was the last of his kind in a world far removed from ours.

Thanks to  sip and  tic-tac for jogging my old memories.