I can do anything for her. Anything. Even the agony of the long days when I sit at the window waiting for her to return, seems to melt away in seconds when I see her getting out of her car and the precious dimpled smile appearing on her face on seeing me.
She would run towards me, calling out my name loud and hug me tight. I love the feeling when she tightens her grip around me, her fingers tickling my back.
No matter how hectic a day she had in office, she ensures we go out for a stroll outside. Those 30 minutes constitute the best time of the day for me. Sometimes we run, or walk or play. Manyatimes we would just sit beneath the shade of the large mahogony tree as she relates the proceedings of her day to me. Sometimes she would be sullen, probably pissed off at her work but her way of narration in a chirpy tone and with full gestures always takes my heart.
It was another such day. The sun was going down in a resplendent vermillion shade on the other end of the horizon as I sat perched at the edge of the window, my eyes fixated on the walkaway beneath. She would be here anytime. I sat and waited. And waited. The orange hues turned into grey and soon in black but still there weren't any signs of her.
I went inside to drink some water. I noticed that she has already prepared food for me before she left in the morning, a darling that she always was. But food was the last thought I had in my mind. I race back again to the window but the roads were dark. As more time elapsed, I saw all lights in the neighbourhood being switched off, the whole community embracing sleep one after another. But what about Samantha? She is never this late. My tension rose.
I kept taking rounds inside the home unsure of what to do. Occasionally I would go to the window and come back in more dismay.
It was almost daybreak and I was still sitting at the window when I heard a car screeching to a halt beneath the house. I frantically peered outside to find Samantha coming out of the car. She didnt look at me in her usual smiling demeanor, instead her eyes were fixed on the man in the car who got out and hugged her. She returned a kiss in return and they stood there bathing in the dawn's white rays for a while in each other's tight embrace. I stood there, still at my window, totally dumbfounded as I saw someone else share Samantha's warm hug, my eyes wailing for her to atleast look at me.
Finally, I heard the click of the latch and she entered the room. She dropped her purse on the couch and called out as her eyes flickered, 'Oh honey, you arent asleep yet! Were you waiting for me all this while? I am so sorry dear, I had a meeting that got extended and I went to Ethan's place after it.' She paused for a second to check the clock. 'Did you miss me? I missed you too honey!" She cried out as she raced towards me with her arms outstretched. 'I love you so much. Come and give me a nice hug', she said, the dimples on her face deepening as the familiar smile appeared across her immaculate face. And once again, yet again I lose myself. My agony melts again as she takes me in her arms, lifting me off the ground and her fingers move through my golden fur. I let out a small woof in return and cuddle my head between her arms.