“She is seventeen years old and the only one whom I have left with me. All my relatives have already died, and she is all that I have,” answered an ancient looking lady to my remark that she has a very nice… dog. “She is like my family member, and I pray every day that she would not die and live longer, because then I would not have anyone left at all – I would be all alone. She is an old dog but she loves me very much,” she added sitting on a bench with her dog caressing her knee with its head. I later found out that this lady has only recently moved to my mother’s village, as probably rent and living arrangements in village are more affordable for her scanty income than living anywhere else.
I am visiting my mother in a tiny village of a small Eastern European country – Latvia. She has many health issues and just like numerous other elderly people in the village, whose children are away living abroad or in bigger cities, she also lives alone. She has good neighbours and good friends, Alhumdulillah, and a lovely garden of her own with fruit-trees, vegetables and berries, which she always proudly praises as organic and so healthy. She loves the village life and cannot imagine living anywhere else.
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