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A dog can be a man’s best friend. Loyal, loving, and a wonderful companion.

But what happens when age catches up with a canine buddy?

Is it so easy to let go? Or does one have to resort to a more permanent arrangement?

The heart and mind often overpower one’s senses.

Read ahead to have a taste of ‘crazy pet love’. Click the blue link. Enjoy!

I killed my dog and ate it. Nothing to apologize about. He was old and blind. His days were numbered. I might have done him a favor. A beagle with the cutest face. Quite the looker. Stole a private place in my heart the first time we met. Couldn’t think of another. I could have […]

A Loving Taste by Terveen Gill

33 Comments on “A Loving Taste by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores

  1. Okay, so I’m glad that I already had my breakfast. What a story! Also glad, that I’m a vegetarian, so there are certain choices I won’t have to make. Brilliant writing, Terveen. Disturbing, but brilliant. One day, you will write about sparkly rainbow unicorns… and I can’t wait what you are going to do with them. Or should I say ‘to them’?

    • Hahaha! Thank you so much, Britta.
      I sometimes really wish that I could conjure some psychotic image of myself and let loose all the chaos and darkness inside me. But then what’s the use of being a writer if my words can’t do that for me. I wouldn’t want to really go to jail or be locked up in some mental asylum. That’s not for me. And sparkly rainbow unicorns… I can smell them from here. Will wait and watch. 🙂

  2. wow – the word “macabre” comes to mind, as well as the words “creative and fantastically imaginative!”


  3. Thoughts…thoughts…thoughts. Hmmm, let’s see.

    Was the narrator arrested for shooting the dog? Animal cruelty-blah-blah, okay, I get that.

    Certainly she/he/they (unsure of the proper pronoun) wasn’t arrested for eating the mutt. Eating a fellow human being makes you a cannibal. Eating a dog makes you either Chinese. Indian, Nigerian, Vietnamese, South Korean, Ghanaian, Swiss, or a hillbilly.

    Please help end my confusion, so I can contact a solicitor on behalf of the narrator for a possible wrongful arrest.

    • Haha! Indians don’t eat dogs. At least not the sane ones. Certainly not the stony faced ones. And I think the police may have identified the character as a bit delusional and sent him/her/them to a more reliable place where dogs don’t roam and the walls are quite high. The sister is still screaming. Maybe she needs a shot too.
      Thank you. 🙂

      • I realize you view me as flippant by nature (how I obtained that reputation, I’ll never know), but no offense was meant. India made the list of seven countries where dog meat is considered edible in 2021.

        Serves me right for trusting the internet.

          • On the internet, misunderstanding in text are commonplace. I was just making sure that didn’t happen here. We live in racially sensitive times and my Old World brain sometimes has a problem remembering this.

  4. Your stories have never failed to surprise me. It only shows we express our love in many different ways. Sometimes our expression makes us uncomfortable. Recently euthanasia is a raging topic. A lot of people would rather see a person suffering from excruciating pain than seeing him or her get euthanized. Let people make their own decisions. I think I would choose to die if I lose my capacity and faculty–what’s the point of living a life of misery and suffering without the hope of ever getting better? And my favorite way to die is laughing myself to death.

    • The last line cracked me up! You’re so witty, Haoyan. I really admire that about you. You always find something funny in the most serious. That’s such a great attitude. I appreciate it. And I agree that there’s no point of living a life just for the sake of saying that you’re alive. I don’t want to suffer and be a burden on myself or someone else. It’s just not right. Thank you so much for your enlightening comments. 🙂

    • That is commendable. I hope age has been kind. May such a bond last forever in the heart and mind. I wish you both well. 🙂

    • Thanks so much, Jay, for not giving up. I may have stepped on a few toes and paws with this one. But the intention was to show that sometimes love has no sane boundaries. And Yikes is the right word. 🙂

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