A mossy life

Mossie hated the Child. The Child pulled at his fur, grabbed at his legs, poked at his eyes… The Child was rough. Far too rough. Mossie loved his Master though, and his Master loved the Child. So Mossie bore it all, all the hits and the scratches, all the cuts and bruises, with the loyal stoicism of the most faithful mastiff. His Master was a farmer, and farmers need the support of their dogs. Mossie knew this. Mossie was a good dog. The best.

Eventually, the Master realised that the Child and Mossie were not best friends. This made him sad, but he knew that nothing could change their relationship. The Master decided to give Mossie to the nice little family who lived on the hill overlooking his farm. Mossie did not want to go. Mossie thought that he must have been a bad dog to have been sent away by his Master. However, the fact that he was finally free from the torment of the Child provided some comfort.

In fact, Mossie quickly grew to love his new home. The Children there were much more gentle and endlessly affectionate. Even when Mossie became hysterical during the fireworks of Halloween, the Children would put their arms around him and tell him that everything would be ok. Only when the family got a new puppy was Mossie really scared – this dog was bouncy and energetic, everything that made Mossie anxious. Nevertheless, even as the puppy grew bigger and more enthusiastic, Mossie learned to live with the new addition quite happily. When a third dog was introduced, Mossie was unworried. He knew that this family was a home for all sorts of animals, all of whom would be looked after and cared for.

Time passed, and Mossie grew old. Some dogs die in their sleep, others suffer strokes and must be put down. Mossie was of a different breed; he wanted to disappear, to save his owners from the sadness of knowing his passing. One day, he knew that it was his time. Mossie gave the family house one last loving look, and set off. He didn’t know where he was going. He didn’t know how long it would take to get there. All Mossie knew was that he had lived a good life, with good people, and that he was prepared for whatever would come next.


Solidarity, brothers & sisters…

About Seba Roux

Gooner, Socialist, Historian, Slacker. That's pretty much all you need to know.
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