I loved his energy. He would woof each time he laid his eyes on me.
“Don’t you get tired?”
My neighbour had brought him home several years ago. He was the first dog in a neighbourhood of cats. While I feared for the cats initially, it soon turned out that my fears had been baseless. The dog – he was christened Lucky – always kept a safe distance from the cats.
He had barked his head off at them one fine morning. My foolhardy cats didn’t bat an eyelid. Lucky was supremely insulted to say the least and he refrained from interacting with them ever since.
Come December, Lucky would lap up the winter sunshine and woof away merrily at us. When the pigeons settled on our washing line, he would gaze longingly at them. Daydreaming, sleeping and woofing comprised his daily agenda. Occasionally, he would flap at flies and make grunting sounds at any stranger who happened to lurk within miles of our street.
When I stand in my balcony now, I cannot hear Lucky’s woofing. He passed away last month, taken away by a debilitating disease. The pigeons continue to congregate on the washing line. When December arrives, the sun will shine down on the terrace, lighting up the otherwise dull, winter day. The world will continue to hustle and bustle. My neighbour’s balcony, however, will be without its little bundle of energy.
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Losing a pet is so heartbreaking and can you imagine that’s one of the foremost reason why we still don’t have a pet. Unfortunately a dog’s life doesn’t match to a human’s.
I can totally understand. My Mom had a dog when she was little. Ever since she lost him, she has been advising me against petting another. The loss leaves an irreparable vacuum…
That makes me sad. I have Rinky with me. She is as energetic as the bundle of joy your neighbour had. They are so full of love and lust for life and their absence leaves a yawning gap in our lives.
Rinky sounds delightful indeed. 🙂 Here’s wishing you loads of lovely times with the darling.
I am sure you will miss the cute bundle of joy. It makes me miss my childhood pet, Tinku, who one day disappeared never to come back. We make a bond with them that makes life time memories.
Sad to know about Tinku, Vishal. You are absolutely right. Pets make for lifetime memories and their loss is often irreparable.