Soliel ( in rehab)

The days turned to weeks, weeks months, and months years. A Life time! My Life time. The mornings would come and still be dark. The shivering and chattering of my own teeth echoing in the distance. I couldnt control them, the more I listened the louder they seemed. Across the valley hoisted into the box on wheels wed go. Bouncing and bounding. Did he not realise how very cold It is. My master stops at the bar, for his café and anís, to warm him inside, left me shivering even more, while awaiting him, cold. In this box on wheels. The voices screeched in my ears.. of the gathering of men in their hunting attire and roars of words. Finally a day in my Life of being a hunting galga, was running fields, Racing with others all to catch a haré Who never wanted to play. Who asked him anyway? If he was in for a day of sport, and loss of Life. Perhaps he had his own family, or perhaps he is a she. With babies awaiting her return. To never come. The jeering and egging on is something that rings in my ears for all of time. Its an alarm clock that wakes me at the earliest of hours. Its the final noise before I close my eyes at night, for what little sleep i get. I proved myself many a time. Id see so many come and go. Where did they go? Was what I had better? Id never know. The screams of Broken Legs as others ran, to no avail, for theyd be gone. Gone with the wind. Never to be seen again. I however was smart enough. Good enough to be kept going. Id give my máster youth, fresh Blood Hes say. And then felt the biggest pain. A fairwell to my own flesh and Blood at the trade of my máster. Ive Heard so many things that ring in my ears. Play in my head . A reel that doesnt stop. Yet he, he was my one. My máster. I devoted my life to pleasing him. Here I am... Years later and ive Lost him. Unknown she came for us, myself and my friend. Hours of journey into the unknown. Is this where others went? The Air is different here. The voices softer. No café and no anís this morning. This thing I lay on is soft. Just incase my back gets cold Im dressed. In my Best. But she says It gets better and better. A Magic collar placed on us both. Adorning our swan necks. I dont know what she means. But she sure said we are worthy. I am strong. I am resilient. And maybe I Will like It here. I cry for you máster. I know not of Life without you. The chattering of my teeth in tbe cold she said I Will not feel here. Food on those cold days is serves warm, to warm tummies. I dont know that but she said id like It. I dont know what that is... But ill try It. 12 years of service, solitude, strength and resilience. She says Got me here. Confusión is nothing new for me. But she says its ok... I Will be helped through my days until the past is a memory. Its made me Who i am. Strong. Resilient a galga. In the finale of my Life she says ill be spoilt and cherished. Loved and never foresaken. She has named me Soliel. Soli for short. For the acrabatics of Life ive led, but for the sun thats coming in. I Will Live this softness and shine. Finally. This is me.