Phantom limb 
The
night of the first lockdown, I found Mishu lying on the front sidewalk
with his right paw injured. He had been run over. I tried to contact a
vet, but, given the confusion and fear of those days, nobody helped us
out. We were alone. Five days later, and thanks to a friend’s
compassion, a vet finally nursed Mishu. By then his diagnosis was
grievous: his paw had to be amputated.
Mishu
used to wake me up by gently caressing my face with his right paw. It
was our untold ritual. Today, I felt the caress again, but it was
different. I didn’t open my eyes. “Sorry”, I whispered. But he kept
caressing, hoping to wake us both from this nightmare.
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