Love for life

Dorian, the Newfoundland dog, and his love for cats
When Dorian was still a baby, a big, clumsy, eight months old dog baby with frank eyes, big paws and a curly black fur, his love for the tiny kittens began.

By chance, he discovered the nest with the four kittens in the barn in the straw. Someone had forgotten to close the barn door. Through this gap, which he first widened with his snout, then with his shoulder and finally with the whole body, he slipped in. He sniffed around everywhere until he finally discovered the nest that the cat mama had hidden in the rearmost corner of the barn.

There he lay almost immovably, his head on his paws and watched the little kittens with their mum. Every now and then he whimpered heartwarmingly, and that whining made me aware of it. I had asked myself several times that day where Dorian might be, but I hadn't been worried about Dorian. After all, our property is completely fenced in. So he had to be somewhere in the garden, but I hadn't dreamed of him being in the barn.

So there he was, looking in love, looking at her mum with her tiny offspring and not touching each other. Now and then he whimpered quietly and licked his mouth. Not because he wanted to eat the little ones, but because he was thirsty, but did not want to leave his place at any price. The cat mum was still lying quietly and contentedly purring with her babies and was not disturbed by the big Dorian.

That's what happened every day from now on. If I forgot to leave the barn door open a little bit, he scratched it and barked loud and demanding until I finally came out and pushed the door open. Then he ran straight to the cat's nest and sat down humming in front of it.

When the kittens were a little bigger, one day I couldn't believe my eyes. A black small bundle of fur was hanging from Dorian's muzzle. Did he pack a rat or even a rabbit? I called him and he came proudly and wagging his tail towards me, but just before I came he turned around and disappeared in the barn. I had just been able to see what he wore in his snout and held carefully with two teeth... a little kitten baby.

In the barn he was already expected by the cat mum, who quietly greeted him and received her baby. Then she cuddled with her four little ones into the nest to suckle them... carefully guarded by Dorian. Dorian had carried the kitten for a little walk, with the permission of her mother, very carefully and tenderly. Now he had delivered it unharmed again, his babysitting was finished.

Almost every day I saw him with the black kitten baby in his mouth. With a happy expression and wagging tail, he walked across the courtyard and through the garden. He brought the little one back intact every time.

Today, after thirteen years, two of these former kittens are still alive, now old and slightly greyish. They are his black darling Minka and the black-white pussy. Dorian, at the age of fourteen, is no longer quite so lively. He is also getting greyer and greyer and his legs don't want to be the way he wants them anymore. But his love for Minka is still unchanged. Every morning Minka waits at the front door for her big friend and they greet each other with a tender nudge. Then follows the walk through the garden. In summer, the two of them usually lie close to each other in the warm sun, but now in winter Minka Dorian accompanies Dorian only to his sleeping place in the house and then quickly disappears outdoors.

That love between them is so touching. I often think that time has passed far too quickly. Now the two cute and clumsy animal babies have become an old cat and an old dog. Only their love for each other remains unchanged. Even if there were always such fidelity among people.

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