The Last Night

He was glad that she had listened, and as she rummaged through and began to prepare his daily medicine, he couldn't help but sight. He hated taking the medicine, knowing it wouldn't do much for him anymore. But he let her do it anyway. He obeyed her instructions as usual, and reluctantly he took the alfalfa in his mouth and went over to the puddle. He chewed and swallowed the bitter herb, then quickly drank his fill until the bitter taste was almost faded. Returning to her side, he noted that she had more to give him. He always had to take a few things, but tonight hopefully she would just give him one or two so he could go and get some food. When he saw her chewing the dandelion, it made his bones ache. He knew what dandelion was good for, and for once he wouldn't complain about her applying it to his aging joints.