Cairo’s birthday is today, but he is not very keen and has been fasting for days to worry about his owner who is in the hospital
6 mins read

Cairo’s birthday is today, but he is not very keen and has been fasting for days to worry about his owner who is in the hospital

 

Cairo, a loyal dog with a sleek, black coat and deep, soulful eyes, lay motionless in front of the small house he had come to call home. The once vibrant and playful dog had grown weak and listless, his spirit crushed by the overwhelming sadness that had taken hold of him. His foster mother, the kind woman who had taken him in and loved him as her own, was gone—taken to the hospital many days ago. Since then, Cairo had not touched his food or water. His heart ached too much to care about such things.

 

 

Today was supposed to be a special day for Cairo. It was his birthday, a day that should have been filled with joy, treats, and the warm embrace of the woman who had given him so much love. But instead of celebrating, Cairo lay on the cold ground, his head resting on his paws, tears streaming from his eyes.

The house felt empty without her presence. The rooms that once echoed with her laughter and the soft sound of her voice were now silent. The warmth of her touch, the gentle way she would stroke his fur and tell him how much he meant to her, were all memories that felt so far away now. All Cairo could think about was how much he missed her, how much he longed to see her again, to feel the comfort of her love.

Every day since she had left, Cairo had waited by the door, hoping she would return. He would perk up at every sound, his heart leaping with hope whenever he heard footsteps or the creak of the gate. But each time, it was someone else—a neighbor, a passerby, someone who wasn’t her. And with each passing day, the hope that had once burned brightly in his heart grew dimmer, replaced by an all-consuming sadness.

 

 

The neighbors tried to coax him into eating, offering him his favorite foods, but Cairo would only turn his head away. They tried to get him to drink, but the water remained untouched. They spoke to him kindly, tried to comfort him, but nothing could fill the void left by his foster mother’s absence.

On this day, his birthday, the sorrow weighed even heavier on Cairo’s heart. He remembered how, in previous years, his foster mother would go out of her way to make the day special. She would bake him a little cake, made just for dogs, and sing him a soft birthday song. They would spend the day together, playing in the garden or snuggling on the couch, and Cairo would fall asleep at night feeling like the luckiest dog in the world.

But today, there was no cake, no song, no warmth. There was only the cold reality that she wasn’t here, that she might never come back. The thought was too much for Cairo to bear, and he buried his face in his paws, letting out a soft, mournful whimper. His body trembled with the force of his grief, his heart aching with a pain that no one could take away.

As the day wore on, the sky grew darker, and the first stars began to twinkle in the evening sky. Cairo hadn’t moved from his spot. His eyes were glazed with tears, his body weak from days without food or water. But he couldn’t bring himself to care. All he wanted was his foster mother back, and without her, nothing else mattered.

Then, just as the last light of the sun disappeared over the horizon, Cairo heard a sound—a familiar sound that made his heart skip a beat. It was the sound of a car pulling up to the house, followed by the soft murmur of voices. He lifted his head, his ears perking up, and for the first time in days, a flicker of hope ignited in his chest.

The door to the house opened, and Cairo’s eyes widened as he saw her—his foster mother, standing in the doorway, her eyes filled with tears of her own. She looked weak and tired, but she was there, and that was all that mattered.

“Cairo,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Oh, Cairo, I missed you so much.”

Cairo didn’t hesitate. With the last bit of strength he had, he pushed himself to his feet and stumbled toward her, his tail wagging weakly. He reached her and pressed his head against her legs, tears of joy mingling with the tears of sorrow that had stained his fur. She knelt down, wrapping her arms around him, and Cairo felt the warmth of her embrace, the comfort of her love, wash over him.

“I’m so sorry I was gone for so long,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “I’m here now, and I promise I won’t leave you again.”

Cairo didn’t need words to understand. All he needed was the feel of her touch, the sound of her voice, and the knowledge that she was there, with him. The emptiness that had filled his heart began to fade, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. He was still weak, still tired, but now, he knew he would be okay.

As they sat together on the doorstep, Cairo’s foster mother gently stroked his fur, and for the first time in days, he closed his eyes and let himself relax. The world felt right again, and even though this birthday had been filled with sadness, it ended with the one thing Cairo had wished for all along—the return of the one he loved most.

And with that, Cairo knew that no matter what happened, as long as they were together, he would be able to face anything.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *