This is a letter I wrote to my dog 4 days after his death. This is a dedication to all animal lovers and the animals who give us so much unconditional love, and teach us so many lessons - big and small.
My Prince was my brother, my best friend, my Valentine, my confidant...he was everything that no human being can ever be.
I have seen people abusing their 'pets' in many ways...I've seen them abandoning their puppies as they grow older n don't remain 'cute' anymore.
I've also seen guide dogs and dogs with old people, forcing them out into the fresh air on the pretext of going for walks...I've experienced it when I was extremely depressed.
This letter is dedicated to all those selfless, loyal creatures..
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Hellooooooo Princie baby.
The day you left me I decided to write to you, but you know better than anyone else how lazy I am.
I didn't want to go out that day, but something told me I had to get mummy out of the house, fast. The car kept stopping and I felt like asking the driver to turn back, but I kept quiet. And then the car stopped on the highway. It was hot like hell...with the sun on my side, and I was aware of the heat, but couldn't feel it. Suddenly everything went quiet. Cars passed by but there was no sound. I knew then.
Two minutes later the car started and we continued. Then papa called and told mom about you. I was listening to that song Teri yaadein and thinking about you - they way you looked when I first saw you...our walks, your silly grin, the way your tail wagged. I just stopped feeling anything. Mom was weeping, but then she asked the driver to continue driving. We walked through the plaza in a daze. I knew I had to take control...helped select shoes for mom..went n bought cosmetics n got something for her to eat...she was in shock. I got iced tea from Nescafe.
We were coming back when we met Geeta Duggal...she's one of the authors of the class 10 CBSE Geography book.
The journey back was strange. For once I didn't feel like listening to music. I dreaded going back to the house. I was also thinking that maybe dad was joking, n that you are much better and will come running to greet us.
When we got home I realised I was wrong. You were not there, and I realised you will never come running again. You will never poke your nose through the bars of the gate again. Your tail will never wag in circles again. Never again will I have to complain that you don't greet me.
Dad met us and told me to go and see you. Your body was looking like you're sleeping and you'll look up and smile and wag your tail. I wanted to touch you and tell you to wake up, but I didn't want to disturb you either. Then the driver came and took you to the car while I was inside with mom. When you fell from his arms I couldn't control myself and hugged you one last time. Your body still felt warm and your fur was as soft as ever, but I knew you were not in it. I wanted to sing for you one last time but I couldn't. I got your favourite ball and then dad took you away.
The rest of the evening and night was a nightmare. I kept haunting the house, expecting to see you hiding behind the sofa or outside in the garden, waiting for someone to let you in. Of course, I couldn't find you.
I'll talk to you later....got lots more to tell you.
Take care wherever you are, and don't bug the janaanis too much;)
Bye shona.
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Thanks to Donny(Saara COMB) for asking me to post it here.
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