Missing you, Harry!

My first pet Harry left for his heavenly abode when he was just eight and a half years old and we still cannotRemembrance believe that he is no longer with us. He was my little baby who would always accompany me wherever I went. All through his life, he never troubled me in any way. He was toilet-trained and had no health issues. He would wait for my sons to come back from school and have his lunch with them. He was so protective about all of us that he would not allow strangers to come near us or our house. He was much disciplined and would sleep by 9 pm and get up by 5 am. Whenever we returned from a trip he would be waiting for us and his gift.

The only thing which was disturbing was that when he was left alone in the house with the house help, even when we went out for few hours only, he would sulk and not eat till we came back and took him out for a car ride. And that perhaps took him away from us!

It was this last December when I had to travel. I left my teenage sons and Harry with the help. Harry did not eat his food for two days but otherwise he was very playful, so no one thought there’s anything serious. Next morning, he was found stiff on the floor which left us all shell shocked.

Harry was my first pet and he soon became the most loved and pampered baby of the house. He showed us what we do for pets is nothing in comparison to the love which they shower us with. My only advice to readers is that never keep a dog for status symbol, showpiece or security reasons only. Treat them like your baby because they just need love and care.

–Diksha Bhatia, Kolkata

Jadu: Your magic is missing!

I go to gym every evening at 6 pm. One day I noticed a black-coloured stray dog sitting outside the door of theRemembrance gym. I named him Jadu. One evening I found him surprisingly missing from where he used to sit regularly. I asked the gym receptionist about the dog’s whereabouts. He said that a car hit him. I searched around and finally found him crying in pain at a corner of the road. With the help of the receptionist, I took him in my car to a vet who examined and told that the dog has fractured his hip bone. The vet gave him some tablets and advised me to feed the dog mutton soup. That’s how my friendship with Jadu strengthened. Since then, I brought mutton soup and dog biscuits everyday for him and his injury improved. He resumed his normal way of running and jumping. He started recognising my car’s horn and came to greet me every evening. He sat at the gym’s doorway, waiting for my workout to get over. He understood the word ‘race’ and used to run along with me upto my car. But today, Jadu is no longer sitting at the door of the gym. He got hit by a car again and I have lost Jadu forever. I miss you a lot Jadu!

–Kriti Kapur, Delhi