I understand...

He flung his blue ball at me but I missed it narrowly. He tried again with the same fervour but I missed it again. I felt bad for letting him down so I apologized to him for my incompetency. I explained that I am unable to run or bend forward due to the fracture. He nodded assuringly but I am sure he couldn’t make head or tails of the conversation for he is too small to understand what ribs are.

Though Frosty is very intelligent but it takes some time for him to get a hang of complex matters. For example, it took me two days to make him understand what part of our house is called kitchen and why he is not welcome in there. It took us further two days to understand when he sits outside the kitchen looking at the ceiling, it means he is hungry. The other day when he licked my feet immediately after I had a bath, I learned that he liked the fragrance (or the taste) of my foot cream. I told him that his licking my feet irritated me but he didn’t get it. So one day, I offered to apply the same cream on his hands but he opted out. I hope you understand now why ‘body structure and ribs’ will be a complex topic for him.

He has seen me sitting in a recliner throughout the day. He has also seen me sleeping, sitting in my bed propped up with pillows. He understands that something is wrong but he doesn’t fully understand the gravity of the problem.

He had come to meet me at the hospital but they didn’t let him in. Perhaps they were afraid that he might catch on some infection since he is still a baby. But he told them that he was not a baby any more and it was his responsibility to check if I was comfortable or if I needed anything. He tried to explain how important it was for him to see me once but they gave him a cold shoulder. So he came back home and waited for me eagerly.

The day I came back home was the happiest day for him. He jumped on me when I entered the house but my father caught him midway and explained to him that I was not strong enough then to hold him for a few days. He nodded but not before telling me that he jump waited jump for jump me jump so jump desperately jump. He was glad that I was home. Jump."

Next time when I went to the doctor for a review, he kept sitting in the balcony until I returned home safely. I asked him if he had become a pessimist or had lost faith in me but he shook his head. Then I asked him why was he jumping then? And if he thought that I would not return home? And if he thanked his stars when he saw me. He didn’t reply, instead he brought me a book and sat next to me for next couple of hours.

That very moment, I realized that this cute little animal doesn't share the same protocol but he certainly understands and cares more than a human being. Perhaps he is closer to God than I can ever be because he can listen to 'His' voice which I tend to ignore sometimes.