Wura sniffed repeatedly using the edge of her clothing material to wipe tears from her eyes. The rescue dog whimpered and licked her knee. Its golden brown eyes appeared sad. She smiled, stroked its head and scratched its ears.
"I will miss you so much but don't forget me, okay?" Wura whispered hoarsely. The dog placed its chin on her knee and rubbed its wet nose on her hand as if it understood her.
Then she remembered how her bond with the rescued dog came to be. The whimpering and yelping sounds of a wounded animal in pain coming from the direction of the bush close to the pathway drew her attention as she walked to the Iyana river with Prince Adeomi. He had offered to go with her and hunt while she washed at the river.
"Do you hear that?" Wura stopped and pulled Prince Adeomi by his arms backwards.
"Yessss. I can." He nodded. "I think it's a wounded animal. Here, hold my hunting bag and I'll have a look. Wait here." The young man and heir apparent to the Oba's throne walked carefully into the bush in the direction of the sounds.
In less than a minute, Prince Adeomi came out of the bush carrying a wounded, golden-brown puppy. Wura moved closer to pat the dog's head.
"Oh, Adeomi. It looks adorable. I wonder who owns it."
"Hmm. Its hind leg got caught in one of the hunter's traps."
And that was how Wura took the dog home, washed the wounds and nursed the dog back to health. Five days later, Mama Laide came to claim the dog as hers. It was time to say goodbye.
Prince Adeomi walked into the compound and glanced at her teary face. Her face lightened up as he walked closer to her. He mentally promised to get Wura a puppy.
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