As Trickey(my baby,my life)closed his eyes to the world today morning,I just realised that life is supposed to be like this only.
We wake up every morning n ready ourselves for a new rat race every day,to be beaten down by trying times,messy traffic,nagging bosses n endless deadlines n meetings.Then I think about Trickey,my dog,how he'd just poke his wet nose under my dad's shoulder or on his face to wake him up for the day n take him out for his leisurely walk.He'd come back n wake us up turn by turn n make us love him,pat him or jus pull him n make him sleep next to us.Those were the days when I had my baby around me.
I can't help but think about the first day he came to our house.I was the first one he warmed up to.This golden furry little fellow,why is he so moody I'd wonder.My aunt had got him for my dad n he refused to go to him.As my dad sheepishly peeped a little from the door,this brat would start barking n show his displeasure at sensing dad.My grand parents hated him coz they didn't like animals in the house.Gradually,in fact in just a week, as dad bribed him with biscuits,sweets n bread butter,he became my dad's chela.People called him dad ki poonch.My granny,even as she struggled cancer, would bend n go under the bed,trying to feed "Tikki" (as she addressed him)some roti n omlette.
Even though he first became my baby,he earned the love of everybody around him.Sometimes we thought he was meant to be an angel to bring hapiness in our lives n bring our family together.And he did it so beautifully in 14.5 yrs, that today as he left us we are all teary eyed n choked hearted.
I'm away from him but,as I close my eyes,I can still see his innocent eyes,I can still smell his furry face(right after his baby bath we used to give him).I can still remember that irritation with which he snapped at me n clench his jaws when I'd get extra kissy n cuddly with him.He'd yelp a little nasty bark as I cuddled him tight in my arms.I remember the way he jumped on 2legs whenever I'd be cooking non veg at home.How he'd come n sit inside the kitchen n tug at my pyjamas n begged me to make him taste the food.He jumped in joy n barked in happiness when we came back from school/college or just about from anywhere. He wouldn't let go till he got his share n contententment of warm hugs n kisses from us.
Its difficult to forget way he used to bark at people he dint like,(our electrician Ajit bhya 4instance).The way he cooed n mooed in his trademark style while he asked for food.How he fluttered those 2innocent brown eyes to die for.How he licked his cherry red nose(I haven't ever seen a more good looking dog than him.)The way he pulled at my granny's suit urging her to come with him when my dad had fallen on d stairs once.Had it not been for him nobody would've known for a long time that dad had suffered a fall.The way he let me hug him when I'd feel low and just wanted to cry.He'd lick my tears n make me smile.
And then I also remember the way he fell silent as he grew old,yet would look for me when I screamt out for him on skype.The way he came to me to be patted n loved everytime I went home to Delhi(evn durng his end days.)
He'll always be my first baby n I'll alwys love him more than anyone or anythng else on this earth.
People call them animals(I hated him being called a dog),I addressed him as my baby.He was more sensitive n loyal than a million people put together.
He was an angel,and I'm sure he's resting in heaven and waiting for God to give him his form as a human.He didn't die a "dog's death" as people use that phrase but, went in his sleep.God sees nice souls n blesses them in his own subtle ways.This was urs' Trickey.Rest in peace before we join each other in heaven one day.Love u n miss u forever!
We wake up every morning n ready ourselves for a new rat race every day,to be beaten down by trying times,messy traffic,nagging bosses n endless deadlines n meetings.Then I think about Trickey,my dog,how he'd just poke his wet nose under my dad's shoulder or on his face to wake him up for the day n take him out for his leisurely walk.He'd come back n wake us up turn by turn n make us love him,pat him or jus pull him n make him sleep next to us.Those were the days when I had my baby around me.
I can't help but think about the first day he came to our house.I was the first one he warmed up to.This golden furry little fellow,why is he so moody I'd wonder.My aunt had got him for my dad n he refused to go to him.As my dad sheepishly peeped a little from the door,this brat would start barking n show his displeasure at sensing dad.My grand parents hated him coz they didn't like animals in the house.Gradually,in fact in just a week, as dad bribed him with biscuits,sweets n bread butter,he became my dad's chela.People called him dad ki poonch.My granny,even as she struggled cancer, would bend n go under the bed,trying to feed "Tikki" (as she addressed him)some roti n omlette.
Even though he first became my baby,he earned the love of everybody around him.Sometimes we thought he was meant to be an angel to bring hapiness in our lives n bring our family together.And he did it so beautifully in 14.5 yrs, that today as he left us we are all teary eyed n choked hearted.
I'm away from him but,as I close my eyes,I can still see his innocent eyes,I can still smell his furry face(right after his baby bath we used to give him).I can still remember that irritation with which he snapped at me n clench his jaws when I'd get extra kissy n cuddly with him.He'd yelp a little nasty bark as I cuddled him tight in my arms.I remember the way he jumped on 2legs whenever I'd be cooking non veg at home.How he'd come n sit inside the kitchen n tug at my pyjamas n begged me to make him taste the food.He jumped in joy n barked in happiness when we came back from school/college or just about from anywhere. He wouldn't let go till he got his share n contententment of warm hugs n kisses from us.
Its difficult to forget way he used to bark at people he dint like,(our electrician Ajit bhya 4instance).The way he cooed n mooed in his trademark style while he asked for food.How he fluttered those 2innocent brown eyes to die for.How he licked his cherry red nose(I haven't ever seen a more good looking dog than him.)The way he pulled at my granny's suit urging her to come with him when my dad had fallen on d stairs once.Had it not been for him nobody would've known for a long time that dad had suffered a fall.The way he let me hug him when I'd feel low and just wanted to cry.He'd lick my tears n make me smile.
And then I also remember the way he fell silent as he grew old,yet would look for me when I screamt out for him on skype.The way he came to me to be patted n loved everytime I went home to Delhi(evn durng his end days.)
He'll always be my first baby n I'll alwys love him more than anyone or anythng else on this earth.
People call them animals(I hated him being called a dog),I addressed him as my baby.He was more sensitive n loyal than a million people put together.
He was an angel,and I'm sure he's resting in heaven and waiting for God to give him his form as a human.He didn't die a "dog's death" as people use that phrase but, went in his sleep.God sees nice souls n blesses them in his own subtle ways.This was urs' Trickey.Rest in peace before we join each other in heaven one day.Love u n miss u forever!
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