Rony taught me the meaning of FRIENDSHIP

Ayu and Rony

Ayu and Rony

In childhood everyone has one sibling or more to fight with and those who don’t have sometimes become upset like me! But in my life Rony walked in as an angel brother from another mother. I still remember him as a cute little indie boy running around me! And he became my first love and we used to play fights like anyone would do with their siblings. Bathing him was fun! While doing so…I used to drench myself also in the process, but loved the experience. Whenever I was out of station Rony was with dad and he whined, but calmed down soon after he heard my voice on phone.

 

I know every story doesn’t have happy ending. One Saturday night I went out to get Rony’s favourite food. Just beyond my imagination, Rony was nowhere when I returned! I lost him! I cried like a child and tried searching for him every possible places but I couldn’t find him anywhere. That was the day I decided to help rescue other animals. Rony was lost but he gave me the hope to help other animals. My childhood could have never been jolly without him. He will always be the one who taught me the meaning of friendship. I just wish he is happy wherever he is and he will always be in my heart forever!

Whisky… a treasure beyond compare

It was 12th January 2009, we were waiting outside an ultrasound clinic to get her ultrasound done before we went in for surgery when I suddenly heard a deep gurgling. She tried to get up and just as I held her frail body. We were blinded by fear of losing her. The same roads where we travelled for the past three years were suddenly new for us. Neither me nor my husband, who was driving, could get out of the maze of the market. We had to ask the directions to my vet’s clinic (a place where I went almost every alternate month). I knew she was sinking, my Whisky was sinking.

 

As tears welled up in my eyes I realised with a sickening certainty that I could do nothing, absolutely nothing, to save Whisky. Then I did what best I could do. I held her two days old pup JW (Junior Whisky) against my bosom with one hand and with the other hand I held her close to my heart as tightly as I could because this would be her last hug… and her whole life flashed in front of me.

 

Whisky as a pup
I had just returned from a painful visit to my dentist who had put a cap on my tooth, when the phone rang and our unit’s Adjutant called to say, “Ma’am do you want a pup?” that’s all I needed to get into action… and off we went on a two hours journey to fulfill my dream of having a pet once again. It had been six years since my Silky passed away due to old age. On reaching the place I saw so many cute Labrador pups and was trying to make up my mind when I was greeted by a cute ball of fur who refused to back down. She was all over me. So be it…I had gone to chose a dog for myself, less did I know that she’ll be choosing me instead! She became the apple of our eyes and was christened ‘WHISKY’ as her colour resembled the blend of Scotch whisky.

 

Perfectionist to the core
Whisky was never difficult to train. It was as if she knew what was expected of her beforehand. If she wanted to go out to relieve herself she would just grab her leash and come up to us. There was one small problem though – she never thought that she was a dog! Dog biscuits, chew sticks, dog food and oily food were all ‘No-no’ for her. She would have the biscuits we would have and would love parathas with pure desi ghee.

 

Don’t touch my brother!
That’s what she became, a defender, me or my husband could never scold my son who was a regular defaulter. She would just position herself between us and my son. She was Untitled-11brave enough to defend her brother (my son) knowing that she might get punished herself for showing her teeth to us, though we never punished her for this because I knew that if Whisky could take on me to defend my son, then what she might do to a stranger if they tried to harm my children. If for some reason my son Rhishabh would cry then Whisky would lick the tears off his face and then start nibbling his ear till he would laugh as it tickled him there. She never slept on the floor…always at my feet (though I must admit, I love it in winter).

 

This is my pack, beware strangers
We did not own a dog. She owned us. We were part of her pack and strangers (even stray dogs were not spared) who she felt were a threat (trust a dog’s intuition). Though she never attacked anyone but made her displeasure clear when they came near us. She would position herself between us and the strangers and look at them unflinchingly. She had got herself bitten twice by stray dogs (and almost lost an eye) while chasing them out. She was our permanent fielder when we played cricket in our lawns. And we had to draw lots to decide who gets to keep Whisky in their team. In the end the team who got Whisky would be jubilant while the other cried foul.

 

Congrats! You’re going to be a granny
It was a regular busy week in the school, followed by a second Saturday. How was I waiting for this day to relax in the warm sun in December. It was a perfect weekend and nothing was amiss. Suddenly when I felt that whisky was looking a little fuller than usual, still least suspecting what I was about to discover, I took off the jacket to brush her and then I saw her mammary glands were developing! No, this can’t be true was my first reaction, followed by a closer re-examination. In the past three years I had seen nothing close to it. I immediately pulled a call to my vet Dr Ravi Dutt Mishra who asked me certain questions regarding her physical changes which were quite affirmative. I was panicking by then in mixed feelings, “Wow! My Whisky’s gonna be a mom!” After a long anxiety driven day, when I went to his clinic in Alwar, Dr Dutt confirmed it… “Congrats ma’am, you are going to be a granny!” And the only thing I could blurt out was “When?”

 

Goodbye momma
Months passed as Whisky neared her due date. Dr Mishra had warned me to look out for nesting symptoms before she would start whelping. That night as I slept with Whisky cuddled under my arms I had the weirdest of dreams. I dreamt of whisky giving birth to three pups – two black and one brown. Then just as I went out to embrace them they moved back and talked to me, “We aren’t coming we are leaving.” I woke up with tears in my eyes only to see Whisky licking my face. I saw the time, it was 3:30 am and I went back to sleep. Little was I to know that the nightmare would turn out to be true the following day. We could manage to save one. Her pup JW (Junior Whisky) is now a handsome boy of five years and has the same attributes of his mother.

 

–Ranjeeta Nath Ghai, Tinsukia, Assam

Meaning of ‘unconditional love’

Richie

Richie

‘Unconditional love’ – this term was taught to me by my dogs. When I was a kid, my dog Tarry was not so close to my dad initially, but an inseparable bond was developed between them later on. Whenever my dad returned home from his office, Tarry welcomed, greeted and respected him as master of the house. Even when my dad went abroad for work trips, he had to speak with Tarry on phone and then he would eat his food. The day when my dad got a heart attack and rushed to the hospital, Tarry’s health also went down real bad. All this is just true love these furry companions have for their family.

 

 

 

 

Kaizer, whom I brought home when I was in college, used to get very excited when I came home from college and later from work. If I came back and locked my room door, he

Kaizer

Kaizer

would knock the door like a human and ask me to open the door for him to come and sleep on my bed or if the door was open, he just pushed it with his paw and came straight inside.

 

Tarry

Tarry

After I got married, I had a dog called Richie who was sweet and most obedient one I ever had seen. I could talk to him with my eyes. I didn’t need words to express or say anything to him. He would just understand things. Whenever I visited my mom’s place he would stop eating, sit and sulk. Then I always came back and fed him. He would understand my love towards him and he always gave me his ‘unconditional love’.

 

 

Animals love you for what you are and not for what they want from you. They will love you without any expectations and without any return from you. They look up to you as their master and will give their life for you. In today’s world, humans keep pets as a status symbol, peer pressure and some genuinely as they love them. But when this sweet little furry baby comes to your house, leaving his parents, he is scarred initially, afraid of the new surroundings, misses his mom and dad. But gradually he takes you as his master, obeys all what you say and takes you as his family. As he showers such unconditional love in every way to you in his own way, you will also learn the meaning of ‘unconditional love’ which I have today.

–Snigddha Kar Gosalia, Mumbai (in memories of Tarry, Kaizer and Richie).

Remembrance

Ronnie An epitome of love and devotion

 

I love dogs. My mom loved dogs and being surrounded by dogs during my childhood days, I grew to love them too. And it all because of Ronnie, also my mom’s four-legged companion. Ronnie was the first dog our family had. An adorable Doberman pup – she was everyone’s sweetheart. She was gentle and extremely loving – a little naughty though, sometimes. One of her quirky characteristics was that she would greet people, at the door, by flashing a wide grin, as though saying, “I am so happy you are here. Do come again”. Out of all the people in the house, Ronnie was very close to my mom, and was unbelievably possessive about her. The two were inseparable, I remember an incident when my mom slipped out Ronnie would be very restless and only found comfort by curling on to mom’s saree on the bed. When my mom was ill, during her last few days, Ronnie would sit beside her, and watched her intently. If mom needed some help, Ronnie would bark at the top of her voice and call out to us. On the day, when my mom passed away, Ronnie was completely shattered. Despite our relentless efforts, she would not eat or drink, for days on end. All day long, she would sleep under my mom’s bed, snuggling her saree. For dogs, the death of a loved one is rather difficult to deal with. It was disheartening to see Ronnie in this state. I decided to take her to my place, hoping that a change in the environment would help her deal with the loss of her friend and come out of depression faster. I would spoon-feed her and do all that I could to make her feel better. But Ronnie showed no signs of improvement. Her depression was now taking a toll on her physical health. She had lost considerable amount of weight and was starting to fall ill frequently. After keeping Ronnie away from her home – the place where she spent her entire childhood, and the happy days of her adulthood, I reluctantly took Ronnie to my parents’ place. As soon as I entered the house, Ronnie rushed to my mom’s room, and lay down beneath her bed. It had been a long, since I visited home. So, I let Ronnie have some private time, and left the room to catch up with my family. After an hour or two, while I was ready to leave, I called out for Ronnie. “Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie…,” I called her twice, thrice, several times. But Ronnie wouldn’t respond to my calls. I got worried and went to my mom’s room. There she was, lying peacefully, still and silent. I shook her slightly to wake her up. But she wouldn’t budge. Ronnie was no more. She had left us all, and was on the way to heaven to reunite with her dearest friend -the friend she loved deeply and couldn’t live without. That day, Ronnie taught us what true love and devotion was all about. She made me fall in love with dogs even more, and inspired me to do something to make life better for animals in this world. I currently own six dogs – four Pedigree dogs and two Indian dogs. I adore them all dearly. –Shamala Balaji, Bengaluru

 

Thank You’ Kaizer – We love you!

 

RemebranceOn 14th July 2014 I lost my handsome baby Kaizer who I had brought in as a baby when he was just a month old at my mom’s place. Today, he is no more with us and I have written here a ‘Thank You’ note for him. THANK YOU KAIZER! Thank You for teaching me how to love without expectations. Thank You for teaching me how to hug and feel one another’s warmth. Thank You for always being there when nobody was around. Thank You for making me understand people around me. Thank You for making me a better person. You were my true companion with whom I could laugh, play, dance, cry, sulk, kiss and hug. Thank You for being my huge furry natural teddy bear whom I used to hug and sleep on rainy days and night the most. Thank You for making me an early mother of you and making me take care of you. Thank You for being a part of my teenage life. You enjoyed my parties, you loved my friends and my music.     You were my handsome hunk with light coloured drooling eyes and a royal chiselled cut face. I always admired to have a handsome boyfriend as you but never Remembrancecould have one as handsome as you. Thank You for all you did for all of us, from being a companion to a true life supporter, to a protector. You did everything for us. We owe a lot to you. This is just a small gesture note of Thank You, which is still not enough as you filled in all spaces in our lives and kept all cords together. Thank you my baby. We will miss you a lot. Be happy wherever you are as I know you are now in heaven and smiling at us. –Love Tuli & Fly, Mumbai

Reflections of Silky

Silky

Silky

I must have been in class V, if my memory doesn’t fail me and they were rich…very rich, rich in comparison to us…not in terms of money but because they had ‘Sherry’ – a black Pomeranian dog. Whenever we used to visit their place in the evening I would come back home very elated at having spent an entire evening with ‘Sherry’, but with a heavy heart wishing even I had a dog of my own. I had grown up hearing stories of ‘Mandy’ (my father’s black Labrador whom he had when he was posted in NEFA (North Eastern Frontier Agency) – today’s Arunachal Pradesh and seeing her black & white photographs in my father’s album. Oh! How much I longed to have one of my own, my very own buddy.

 

Good news
It happened one evening. Dad came back home from office and was having his tea when he got a phone call, which was followed by very guarded discussions. After much deliberation they broke the news to us that we were invited to dinner and that if me and my sister promised to take the full responsibility of grooming a pet then we could have a pup for our own! It was a dream come true to us and we were ready to accompany our parents to the Puri family’s house. It had so happened that ‘Sherry’ had got crossed with a street dog and they were giving away the pups to willing families who wanted to adopt them. For me it was like I had hit a jackpot! There they were 11 days old and so sweet and all scrambling over one another in a cardboard box and we all decided to have the little brown fur ball who was the most active and the most naughtiest.

 

Silky 1

Silky

Silky comes home
She just couldn’t and wouldn’t stay in one place. She was so naughty even without eyes having opened. Silky would drag all the woolens in one corner of her box, climb up and scamper out for her toiletries and then would start whimpering because she would be feeling cold. One morning I woke up to a storm in the house. Silky was nowhere to be found! Mom and dad had searched high and low, every nook and corner of the house but she was nowhere to be found. Where did she go? Oh no! She must have crawled out of the door and become a meal of the eagles (those days eagles were a common sight). With tears rolling down our cheeks and heartbroken we clambered into the house and started getting ready for school. Never in my life had I thought of losing my one and only pet in such an unceremonious manner. I was shattered and in my own world when I heard my sister scream there was something inside her shoe and it was not her pair of socks as she was wearing them! Scared we chucked the shoe aside and lo & behold, who tumbles out is our little silky! She must have crawled out of her bed and then got into the shoe for comfort and warmth!

 

A perfect companion & a guardian angel
Since Silky I have had many furry buddies but she was a champion. Be it playfulness, being a guard dog or naughtiness and was extremely intelligent and sensitive. Thrice she saved our house from being burgled. Though she was a mixed-breed and a small dog, her bark was so dynamic that the visitor on the other side of our main door used to freeze in terror, thinking it to be a large ferocious dog. I remember when my dad was extremely sick and had suffered from a medicine reaction we had to call doctor on emergency at home. The same ferocious Silky didn’t let out a single bark when the doctor arrived to see papa. She only let out a deep growl of warning from near my father’s feet to the doctor when he started preparing to take an ECG. But immediately calmed down when my mother told her that it’s ok. She constantly stood by my father’s side with a watchful eye on the doctor. She displayed the same behaviour when I returned from the hospital after my delivery. We were not sure how she would react to my baby in the house as she had never taken very kindly to small babies of the guests who came to our house. But she just came up, smelt her and me and backed off allowing me to take my first born to my room. She never liked papa coming and cuddling my daughter. She always used to sit outside the room and bark till papa surrendered and went out to her. But on the contrary, whenever I used to go down to have my lunch or dinner (my mother has a duplex flat), Silky would be running up in the opposite direction and would lie down under the bed where my daughter Rishika was placed, and would bark and alert us if she would start crying and the moment we arrived she would go and lie down outside the room. She was surprisingly extremely tolerant towards my daughter even in her crawling days when Rishika would pull her tail, legs or whiskers, causing her to trip she never ever snapped but her reaction would be different if we teased her.

 

Time to say adieu
I can go on and on about my Silky and that still would be less. She had lived up to the age of 17 years and was our grand ol’ lady. By then she had acute arthritis as well cataract and had to be carried up and down two floors, so that she could relieve herself. She had even lost a few teeth and her coat and whiskers had started frosting. It happened one evening when I had gone to meet my husband in the ‘valley’ (J&K) with my daughter (he was posted there). My sister was scratching Silky behind her ears as she loved it and felt something wet in her hands on checking she found a wound below which was infested with maggots!
Next day morning my father was at the vet’s clinic and he confirmed that nothing much could be done and since she was in much pain and the wounds were very deep she had to be given mercy killing, it broke our hearts to be parted in such a way but papa had to take a big decision, an honourable painless death for our most trusted companion, our sister and his youngest daughter that was the least we could do for our darling and he went ahead with it. She breathed her last cuddled in papa’s arms, the man whom she had loved the most, and was buried in the dog’s crematory behind the Jain Mandir en route Chattarpur Mandir. Since then I’ve had many furry buddies but none could replace her. Absolutely none!
–Ranjeeta Nath Ghai, Tinsukia, Assam

A legend named Kalu

Kalu

Kalu

One needs not be born as a human to possess a huge empire. Kalu was one living example of how a dog lived the life of a king. Born inside and living in a two acre house (empty group housing society), Kalu had many humans by his side as subjects (guards, rickshaw pullers). He fought many battles with many dogs but lost none. He was not only dreadfully feared by strangers passing by that empty lane, but was equally loved by the ones who knew him. He had no dog territories and wandered far and wide without fear. Even the municipality couldn’t sterilise him because every time they tried he would wake up within a few minutes and they feared over sedating may kill him. In his childhood Kalu loved generously, in his youth he won many dog hearts, in his old age he lived like an ascetic and a saint. He lived his entire life on his own terms making his people and dog subjects do whatever he wanted them to do. His tales are amazing and unending, but our words are very few to describe them. After showering us with his love and loyalty, he left us recently on a fine morning at the age of 15 years 4 months.
Kalu was a bold, loving, faithful and a perfect being who lived a life not less than a human, with pride, honour, dignity and many colours. And in the end he got an honourable departure and farewell, as well as he deserved. For those who knew him well his time on this planet was indeed a legendary example of how to live a life. For those who didn’t, he was just another dog. May the almighty give him space at his feet!
–Rishi Dev, New Delhi

Miss you Arrow

Kriti and Arrow

Kriti and Arrow

Today when I entered home, Arrow you were not there. I felt the vacuum because you are no more. Yesterday you left us but yourmemories will remain in our hearts forever. You have given us 13 most beautiful years of life. It seems yesterday only when we brought you home in April 2001. You were a millennium baby. And my lucky charm too. We brought you from Chandigarh in car. And then your roller coaster ride started with us. Playing football with you, your training sessions for not entering the kitchen, your telescopic view of entire colony from the topmost stair of the terrace, your rushing like wind in the park, your drinking of Roohafza from a glass, your chewing of our slippers, bringing newspaper early in the morning, jumping on the bed to wake us up and what not.
I wish I had a time machine to turn back the time and trying you back in our lives. I know that’s not possible. But your memories will always be cherished by us. And you will always be the apple of our eyes. And the painting on the wall with you sitting under the lamp post will always remind me of you.
–Kriti Kapur, Delhi

Memoir of joyful Muffin

Memoir of joyful

Muffin

Over six years back, I decided to buy a dog as my younger daughter Manvi’s birthday present. The hunt for a ‘manageable breed’ started and finally zeroed down on a not so commonly seen Beagle. It was love at first sight as soon as I set my eyes on this 40-day-old frisky pup. Here’s a recollection.

Muffin was so small that he fit in the cups of my hands and I remember the scream of sheer delight when Manvi cuddled the bundle of joy in her arms. His puppy eyes looked up at us so innocently and we thought we had brought an angel in the house.

Attila  the Hun     
He could win an award for the worst mannered pup for messing around our newly bought house like Attila  the Hun. He chewed up the legs of all our furniture, bit furiously into shoes and bags, tore up magazines, made holes in our sofa cushions and I don’t think we had any pair of socks that did not have a peeping tom in it. Muffin figured he was a force to reckon with and did obey some rules with him around but the moment my husband Ajay’s back was turned, he would be back to his old tricks. We were careful to ensure the main door and gate were closed else he would shoot out like a bullet and gun straight for the dustbins at the park across. When we screamed at him, he would hide under the table and not come out till he was satisfied that we had cooled down.

Foodie buddy
The only thing that could ever distract Muffin was the lure of food and he could gobble up anything even when he was full. As he grew older, age did not really mellow him down too much and he would reach out for food at the kitchen counter, pull the tablecloth off the dining table so that all the food came within his reach, plonk himself on the sofa refusing to use his own bed. Taking him for a walk was a bit stressful as he would strain at the leash and would want to venture wherever he wanted to go. Some of our friend’s dogs were very obedient and we were advised to hire a trainer to teach him some dog manners. Till a few classes we were ‘ok’ while he was being taught to shake hands, hi five, sit, etc but when the trainer asked for a choke chain to rein him in, we put our foot down. We realised we loved him for what he was and that was the end of disciplining him.

Changing traits
Slowly and steadily our lives started to revolve around Muffin’s schedule and he grew on Ajay so much that his morning schedule was with him completely – starting from fetching newspaper from the ground floor to the first floor (dog treat waiting for him every single time), and while Ajay sipped his tea he would throw one puffed rice at a time and he would jump and deftly catch it in his mouth like a cricketer lunging for the ball during a match! Throughout breakfast time, he would sit like an obedient dog while Ajay fed him egg and papaya. He had bowled
Ajay over completely. Manvi and this dearest furry family member loved playing hide-n-seek and even though he was a hound dog, somehow he could never sniff her out and would keep running and looking for her, till she would call out for him from her hiding place.

Apple of everyone’s eyes
Muffin loved hanging out of the space between two bars in the balcony and passersby would get so fascinated seeing him perched there as he watched the world go by. He was the apple of everyone’s eyes including people staying around us. We would miss him terribly during our family vacations and when we would come back home from anywhere, he was the one whom we all knew would be there to greet us, wagging his tail furiously and running all over the place in excitement. The best way to be welcomed in our own house!  He was a companion for each one of us and his selfless love overwhelmed us no end. He would sit beside you when you would shed a tear and lick it off as if saying “It’s ok, life has its ups and downs, you will overcome this too”, he would wag his tail when we would hug him out of joy as if to say “I am happy for you if this makes you happy”. If he was not in the mood to play, we would keep tickling him or punch him lovingly till he would put on his boxing gloves and his eyes would say, “Ok pal – you asked for it!”

The final adieu!
Muffin was quite healthy except that he would get fits off and on that would really wrench our hearts out, but would be fine in a few minutes and so the doctor said it was ok and nothing to worry about. A few days ago, he had another attack that lasted for nearly an hour and no amount of medical help could save the life of our beloved baby. As he breathed his last, the whole world crumbled around us. We tearfully buried him each one of us read out what the adorable & lovable member of our family meant for us.
It had been so sudden and so unexpected that we are left devastated and his presence can be felt everywhere. A strange vacuum and sadness has gripped the entire house. I strongly believe he had come for a purpose in our lives and created an invisible bond amongst us. He taught us to be a child again; to play silly games, to have fun, to loosen up and accept a house which looks and feels like a home. He taught us how to be caring, compassionate and tolerant. He taught us what selfless love is and had a one on one relationship with everyone without any bias for gender, age, class or caste. He taught us how the presence of another joyful being can change a family’s outlook completely. Muffin taught us that love never dies…transforming our lives forever. Thank you Muffin for coming into our lives, leaving behind so many beautiful memories. Thank you Muffin for being just you!

Remembrance

The gem that I lost!

RemembranceIn the summer of June 2005 I found a lactating mother dog searching desperately for food. With my bag always being full of dog stuff, I took out food and immediately fed her. She had stomach full and ran to feed her pups. I followed her to trace her kids. It was a litter of eight; two brindled, three white and three black & white. The following day, needless to say, she was waiting for me. Suddenly a name occurred to me ‘Goshi’ and the wagging tail was confirmatory of her acceptance of the name. The daily saga of feeding and bonding began. Of the litter, only three survived; a brindled one named Tuki, a fawn one christened Guchguch and a black & white one named Jukjuk.
The shyest pup of the lot was my Jukjuk. She would keep sitting idle and watching her brothers and sisters play. One fine day, Jukjuk had gone missing when she was hardly a couple of months old. After a two-day search she was found sitting inside a bush. When she came out, to my horror, her mouth was bleeding and it was slightly twisted. After rigorous enquiry it was found that a bike had run over her snout. She was unable to eat or drink anything. She was then put on strong antibiotics and fluid diet. That was the time when we started bonding. I would rush during the break time to be with her, give medicine and feed her. Many a time Jukjuk and me also had to hide behind the bushes to escape from Guchguch. Gradually, she recovered.
This devoted daughter of mine followed me wherever I went. Such was her love. She would sneak in to surprise me and perform what can possibly be termed as a dog dance. Behind those naughty glittering eyes was blind faith, love and devotion. On the 1st of October 2013, she was taken to the vet as she had lost her appetite all of a sudden. The vet diagnosed cysts and a stomach infection. Her medication was started and she showed mild improvement and on the 4th of October she went missing. She was found the next morning and rushed to another vet for prompt medical attention. She was diagnosed with renal failure.
As I was out of town, my mother was with her at the clinic. I rushed back to be with her. A hard to believe image of an over enthusiastic child, now lying lifeless, chilled my spine. I sang her favourite lullaby and in those moments of pain, wagged the same bushy tail and then again went unconscious. On the morning of 6th October, Jukjuk breathed her last. Now there is no one to sit with me after the lectures and to sing the melodious almost mute song for me as a mark of love and affection. She was the best daughter I could have ever had.
–Kuhu Roy, Baroda

Remembrance

A prayer for our Mickey

– never to be forgotten

Mickey… you will be missed. The front porch will certainly not be the same without you. Our hearts will miss a piece now that you are gone. Thank you for sharing 11 out of your 14 years with us. We are so glad we adopted you when you were three years old. We do not have words to express our thanks for giving us a secure place in your heart and loving Armaan, our son, as much as you love us. The breakfast table will not be the same without you…we will miss seeing you there every morning. We would miss your love for coffee, roti & carrots and… your unique way of holding Choostick….

Your soulmate Qwissy also misses you and we are grateful to both of you for leaving a part of you with us…Licker, your son. A piece of you for us to hold on to! Eden Villa will not be the same without that signature bark of yours. Say hello to Blue, Two, Carlos, Maddy and Inji when you meet them at the rainbow bridge. Let them lick you CRAZY for us. Mickey, YOU truly were one-of-a-kind… we will always love you and never forget you. See you when the time comes…till then keep barking, playing and most of all, be happy Mickey. May your soul rest in peace! Amen!

–Mili MG Chandy, Ashok, Armaan & Mickey’s family of dogs