By: Steve Trubilla
The old man thought to himself, thank goodness morning has come. He laid awake another night trying to block loneliness from his mind. Months had turned to years, and the years were filled with emptiness. He had disappointed everyone, and he knew it.
Today would be no different from yesterday or tomorrow. He would remain invisible to everyone. No one would be calling or stopping by to visit. The coffee pot slowly dripped as he looked for the morning sun to break over the trees.
His only comfort was his old friend Joe. They had met a few years ago walking along some railroad tracks. Like him, no one wanted or needed Joe, and his best years were behind him. They did not always agree on things, but Joe was a true friend and was always happy to see him.
It was time to make the walk to the road and pick up the morning paper. Terror filled the old man’s heart when he saw his old friend Joe lying lifeless on the ground. He cried out, “Oh my God, Joe…Joe, please don’t be dead!”, but Joe was gone. Someone had moved through the night and shot him.
Filled with rage, heartbreak, and anger the old man called the police to report the killing. The officer answered the phone and said he was very busy. It would be a few days before he could look into it. After all, Joe was just a dog.
To a lonely person, or a child that is lost in this world, a family pet can be so much more than just a dog. It can be the only respite that gives meaning and comfort to their life.
The story of Joe and the old man is just that, a story. However, this allegory could be reminiscent of someone we know. Perhaps, it vaguely resembles you.
Recent stories of family pets being killed should move the social conscience of our community.
Rest in peace Joe.