am having a story too namz!
I was 8-9 years old when some teenage boys were bullying a small lil puppy... i dnt know why but he came to me by rescuing himself from those boys... i can see his tears that time..so i took him with me and introduced him to my neighboring kids ...
i namee him mojo-jojo and it later becomes jojo!
then question was where he will live...
I asked papa to give him little space in our godown.. dad was not ready in beginning but then i promised him good grades
and he let jojo sit and sleep in godown...
days later he became Dad's most favorite...
He started caring for his milk bread and all...
he wa like our friend...whole mohalla pampers him...in winters we made h wear sweater which he really hated
when he first responded to JOJO word... i was on cloud 9 that he knows that his name is jojo.
He usee to bark on those who irritates or hurt my lil bro..used to gaurd godown..once theives entered in our colony... he barked so much that later he was powerless for 2 days
6-7 years passed
an allergy caused us to send him hospital..
we got news that he is no more!
He was a stray dog! sometimes i miss him badly!
All are not bad ones...some came and left as an angel!
Their eyes are deep...conveys everything!