The 8-year-old Labrador who became Davidās eyes
For 7 years, Komit walked beside blind DavidIts front paws mapped every street cornerWet nose nimbly dodged all obstaclesEven memorized the exact height of his favorite cafƩ steps
Till the last week, tumors stiffened its limbsBody shaking with every step, yet it never missed a dayAccompanying David to shop, as it always did
Then came the rainstorm eveningCrossing the road, Komit stumbled and fellConvulsing, but clinging tight to the shopping bagDavid groped to hold itāblood seeped from its mouth
With the last of its strength, Komit nudged Davidās kneeGuiding him home safely, one slow step at a timeAs David trembled to caress it, Komit licked his hand gentlyClosed its eyes, and never woke again
Vets said its organs had long deterioratedThat final “guide mission”ādone solely by will
Love isnāt loud. Itās Komitās 7-year silent guardA dog who loved with every breath, till the end ā¤ļø
