Febo One day left and never returned. I waited until evening, and night fell courses on the streets, calling him by name. I came home late at night, I threw myself on the bed, his face towards the door ajar. Every time I look out the window and called him a long time, crying.
dawn courses again to the deserted streets, between the silent walls of the houses, under the pale sky, seemed to dirty paper. As soon as morning came, ran to the municipal jail of dogs. I went into a gray room, where, locked in fetid cages, dog moaned from her throat still marked by the close of the snare of Chiappini. II warden told me that maybe my dog \u200b\u200bwas left under a macchinai or had been stolen, or thrown in the river by some gang of youths. He advised me to go around the canai, those who know that Phoebus is not found in the workshop of some canaio?
All morning classes in canaio canaio, and finally a tosacani, in a little shop in the Piazza dei Cavalieri, I wondered if I had been alla Clinica Veterinaria dell'Università, alla quale i ladri di cani vendono per pochi soldi gli animali destinati alle esperienze cliniche. Corsi all'Università, ma era già passato mezzogiorno, la Clinica Veterinaria era chiusa. Tornai a casa, mi sentivo nel cavo degli occhi un che di freddo, di liscio, mi pareva di aver gli occhi di vetro. Nel pomeriggio tornai all'Università, entrai nella Clinica Veterinaria. Il cuore mi batteva, non potevo quasi camminare, tanto ero debole e oppresso dall'ansia. Chiesi del medico di guardia, gli dissi il mio nome. II medico, un giovane biondo, miope, dal sorriso stanco, mi accolse cortesemente e mi fissò a lungo prima di rispondermi he would do everything possible to help me.
Open a door, we entered a large room, sharp, shiny, the blue linoleum floor. Along the walls were lined up side by side, like the bed of a clinic for children, cots in the form of strange cello in each of these cribs was lying on his back a dog from the open abdomen, or skull split, or chest wide open:Thin steel wires, wrapped around that same kind of wood screws in that musical instruments are used to stretch the strings, held open the lips of those horrendous wounds you could see the naked heart beating, the lungs from veins of the bronchial tubes similar to tree branches, swollen just like the crown of a tree a breath of wind, the red, shiny liver shrink slowly, slight tremors run on pink and white flesh of the brain as in a tarnished mirror, the tangle of intestines lazy untangle a knot of snakes to 'come out of hibernation. And not a whimper out of his mouth slightly open can of the crucified. When we get all the dogs had turned their eyes towards us, staring with an imploring look, and yet filled with a terrible suspicion eyes followed our every gesture, we watched her lips trembling. Building in the middle of the room, I felt a cold blood climb up the limbs gradually turned to stone. I could not open up her lips, I could not move a step. The doctor put me hand on his arm, he said, "courage." That word I broke the ice of bone, slowly I moved, I bent the first cradle. And hand in hand with progress in the cradle cradle, the blood was returned to the face, my heart was opening to hope. Suddenly, I saw Phoebus. He was lying on its back, its belly opened, a probe immersed in the liver. I stared, and his eyes were full of tears. He had a wonderful sweetness in her eyes. Do not groan, he breathed softly, with his mouth ajar, trembled horrible. I stared, and excruciating pain I was digging the chest. "Phoebus," I said softly. And Phoebus looked at me with a wonderful sweetness in her eyes. I saw Christ in him, I saw Christ in him crucified Christ I saw looking at me with eyes full of a wonderful sweetness. "Phoebus," I said softly, leaning over him, stroking his forehead. Phoebus kissed my hand, and groaned.
The doctor approached me, touched my arm: "I could not stop the experience," he said, "is prohibited. ... But for you I'll make him an injection. Do not suffer." I caught the doctor's hand in my hand and said, tears streaming down my face, "Swear to me that he will not suffer." "You fall asleep forever," said the doctor, "I wish that my death was as sweet as her." I said, "close my eyes. I will not see suffer. But hurry, hurry! ".
" Just a moment, "said the doctor, and walked away quietly, slipping on the soft carpet to linoleum. He went into the back of the room, open a cupboard.
Era un silenzio orribile. Un silenzio immenso, gelido, morto, un silenzio di neve. 
Fonte : Terra Meravigliosa
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