have you ever had a pet? I do... I lost my dog today in an accident in the elevator, by the time we rescued her, she had already died...
it made me stop and think, about the multitude of things that we do, and the pace at which we work. made me realise the importance of slowing down the pace, because these moments that we live are precious.
a beautiful dog she was.. when she was a pup, we'd brought her home from the streets, she was a tiny little thing, only 6 inches long and could barely walk straight.. her eyes hadn't opened yet, obviously the gardener had snatched her away from her mother while she was still weening. when she grew, she loved to sit at our window sill and bark away to glory.. thinking about it, makes me smile now...
she was so tiny, she would slip under my divan which was barely 6 inches high, and she'd curl up there and sleep.. the first time she did that, we had no idea where she was, and it was crazy trying to search for her, the small thing that she was.. all around the building, in the garden, everywhere we searched for her... and not finding her anywhere, when we searched in the corner of the bed, and found her sleeping... it was a moment to remember...
the first night she slept beside me, and she curled up against my stomach and fell asleep...
the time we shifted houses... throughout everything, she was the loyal, loving pet that we were proud of.. we used to get so upset on her for her loud barks, but she always forgot them and loved us in return... she never held any grudge against us... every day, even if we stepped out of the house for a mere ten-fifteen minutes, she'd be so glad to see us return, prancing about, swishing her tail, she was genuinely always pleased to see us back! never upset that we'd left her alone and gone...
and then when she became a mother, and gave birth to a litter of 3 pups, it was wonderful! of course the tiresome cleaning became routine in a while, but those moments of touching those balls of fur, as the pups used to feel, are moments to be treasured...
one of her pups, honey, we kept with us... and she's a boon to us now.. helping us deal with the loss of her mother, chintu... she's probably understood what's happened even better than we ever would, but then probably she just thinks that she's gone out of the house... she hasn't started behaving differently as yet, and we're trying to ensure that she's not left alone for at least a week from now...
writing this down is almsot thereaputic, as i lessen my pain, and give it an outlet...
i'll repeat what my friend said, "don't think about how she died, think about the life she lived" and this is precisely what i've just done.. thought and wrote in her memory, the times that we shared, and loved. I love you Chintu...
it made me stop and think, about the multitude of things that we do, and the pace at which we work. made me realise the importance of slowing down the pace, because these moments that we live are precious.
a beautiful dog she was.. when she was a pup, we'd brought her home from the streets, she was a tiny little thing, only 6 inches long and could barely walk straight.. her eyes hadn't opened yet, obviously the gardener had snatched her away from her mother while she was still weening. when she grew, she loved to sit at our window sill and bark away to glory.. thinking about it, makes me smile now...
she was so tiny, she would slip under my divan which was barely 6 inches high, and she'd curl up there and sleep.. the first time she did that, we had no idea where she was, and it was crazy trying to search for her, the small thing that she was.. all around the building, in the garden, everywhere we searched for her... and not finding her anywhere, when we searched in the corner of the bed, and found her sleeping... it was a moment to remember...
the first night she slept beside me, and she curled up against my stomach and fell asleep...
the time we shifted houses... throughout everything, she was the loyal, loving pet that we were proud of.. we used to get so upset on her for her loud barks, but she always forgot them and loved us in return... she never held any grudge against us... every day, even if we stepped out of the house for a mere ten-fifteen minutes, she'd be so glad to see us return, prancing about, swishing her tail, she was genuinely always pleased to see us back! never upset that we'd left her alone and gone...
and then when she became a mother, and gave birth to a litter of 3 pups, it was wonderful! of course the tiresome cleaning became routine in a while, but those moments of touching those balls of fur, as the pups used to feel, are moments to be treasured...
one of her pups, honey, we kept with us... and she's a boon to us now.. helping us deal with the loss of her mother, chintu... she's probably understood what's happened even better than we ever would, but then probably she just thinks that she's gone out of the house... she hasn't started behaving differently as yet, and we're trying to ensure that she's not left alone for at least a week from now...
writing this down is almsot thereaputic, as i lessen my pain, and give it an outlet...
i'll repeat what my friend said, "don't think about how she died, think about the life she lived" and this is precisely what i've just done.. thought and wrote in her memory, the times that we shared, and loved. I love you Chintu...
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