unforgettable Attila...

[Foah]

Hi,

when I met Attila first I was deeply impressed. His astral body coverred in black and brown skin, bright-eyed, strong cheeks. He showed a sense of freedom that automatically reminded me of wide and lonesome steppes. The power he displayed had a sense of steeliness.

I once saw him following a doe in the fields. Albeit the doe nibbled some bark from the trees in a distance of about several hundred meters Attila felt its smell turned round and only concentrated on that alive target of interest. All my skills of persuasion didn´t work any longer and Attila hastened towards it -keen on arriving it. Unfortunately the doe wasn´t interested in a meeting with him and fled. Now it lasted almost two hours before Attila came back home, happy having had such great sports. No, he neither arrived at the doe nor would he had done any harm to it - I´m sure-. He just loved running after that sportive creature, only to keep himself fit.

At another point of time we walked Attila along the street and had a small kitten with us. The kitten was that young that the idea of leaving us to go its own ways never would have come across it. Attila had a certain look on the kitten all the time and if someone would have tried to offend it Attila would have fought such delinquent and given all for defence. No assumption.

Attila once jumped into a bench of three naughty staring big dogs and punished them. That has been the only occasion he ever showed agressions. But no, he wasn´t coward, just peaceful. Not even his aloofness towards horses wasn´t fear but experience, since he once stood in front of a horse and both came closer with their noses and only the electrical fence disturbed them touching at their noses. The horse just was scared and ran away, but poor Attila felt the complete power of the voltage at his wet cold nose.

I swear, none who faced him could avoid to show deep respect for him. I bet you yet have figured that Attila was a dog. An impressive -55 kg heavy- mix between Dobermann and Rottweiler. Really strong but never mad. Actually, I never saw a more peaceful one.

But then, Attila wasn´t even 7 years old, the disease caught him. It´s sort of race typical as the pet doctor told us. The blood vessels of Doberman dogs get porous, the fluid in the blood will leave them and just the solid particle stay inside. Thus the heart get´s hard work and grows more and more. Doing that it becomes that big that there isn´t any more space for the lounges in its breast and poor doggy will choke on that. It´s been a sad time and finally even poor Attila wasn´t willing to live any longer. He showed that clearly. Well, we took him into the car in the middle of the night and brought him to the doctor who agreed on a mercy-killing. And she did something that astonished me a lot. Before she gave Attila the final injection she opened the window claiming that doggy´s soul will leave the room after being freed from the body. We saw live leaving him after the injection and, in fact, I experienced the feeling that Attila´s soul touched me, happy that he was able to leave the aching body.

P.S. Dear reader, I hope you don´t consider this small story too morbid. I just tried to follow Kitosdad´s recent request to write a story and this was what came to mind. I , at least, consider it a good exercise in English.
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[Kitosdad]

And a heart-felt story it is Michael. You obviously had a great feeling for Attila, and it shows in your writing.

Well done, and please keep on composing such nice stories.

Kitos.
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