Im sure a lot of us have gone through bad times; sometimes solo, sometimes with friends and other times with family. But as unbelievable as it may sound, stories about our pets, our dear friends pull us through the worst times of our lives. Thinking of the little things they do keep us sane.
Our lives were turned upside down when my mother fell down 3 years back. She had a slip disc and was paralyzed for more than a month. Mom has always been fearful of hospitals so keeping her in one was out of question. My family was away and it was a terror to watch my mother writhing in agony. Mom had almost given up hope of ever recovering. I would sit long hours next to mom while she spoke of what she wanted done once she was no more. I tried everything to cheer her up, in vain.
I could hardly leave mom alone and i terribly missed having Bruno, Buffy and Muddly inside the house.I couldnt help but talk about them constantly, often recalling the cute little silly things they would do. The fact that Bruno had this ridiculous habit of jumping and trying to playfully bite the arse of any extremely tall visitor, the way he would sit facing the wall if he was scolded as if punishing himself, the way Bruno and Buffy would hide our shoes and socks so that we didnt go out, the extremely annoying habit of Buffy biting our creepers in full bloom just above the root,the way the two of them would snuggle into moms blanket (mom often believed it was me creeping in....yeah yeah laugh away).The way Muddly hated the floor but loved playing in the mud (thats where he got his name),the way he would walk on his hind legs until i gave him one of my cod liver oil capsules, the way he would never eat from a dish.
Inspite of the pain mom smiled. Somehow, Bruno, Buffy, Muddly, Cuddly, Bubbles, Buddy, Leo, Lassi, Pepper, the 37 pups born to the dogs we had, the dogs my parents had long before i was born, they all wriggled their way into most of our conversations. Infact, i believe it was the ONLY way we could keep up our spirits during those tense months. A month and a half later mom could sit up, if only for a few minutes. Over the next month Mom had to go through physiotherapy to relearn the basic things we take for granted.
Mom had always been fiercely independent. She now found herself in a situation that was both frustrating and degrading. The only thing that made her smile wholeheartedly was talk of Bruno, Buffy and Muddly. Mom enjoyed the way Muddly like a King would sit on the sofa and watch while Bruno and Buffy followed mom giving her a gentle nudge every time she would stumble. I wouldnt call my dogs over the top intelligent, they dont fetch me anything other than their ball, only if they want to play that is. But its not just smart dogs who save the day, I WOULD know that.
I dedicate today, 5th Aug,2007,' Friendship Day' to all my silent friends who have loved me unconditionally.
"Belated Happy Friendship day to you and your loved ones! I so know what you are talking about,. My grandpa was the same way...wish we had the kiddos then...
Im sure a lot of us have gone through bad times; sometimes solo, sometimes with friends and other times with family. But as unbelievable as it may sound, stories about our pets, our dear friends pull us through the worst times of our lives. Thinking of the little things they do keep us sane.
Our lives were turned upside down when my mother fell down 3 years back. She had a slip disc and was paralyzed for more than a month. Mom has always been fearful of hospitals so keeping her in one was out of question. My family was away and it was a terror to watch my mother writhing in agony. Mom had almost given up hope of ever recovering. I would sit long hours next to mom while she spoke of what she wanted done once she was no more. I tried everything to cheer her up, in vain.
I could hardly leave mom alone and i terribly missed having Bruno, Buffy and Muddly inside the house.I couldnt help but talk about them constantly, often recalling the cute little silly things they would do. The fact that Bruno had this ridiculous habit of jumping and trying to playfully bite the arse of any extremely tall visitor, the way he would sit facing the wall if he was scolded as if punishing himself, the way Bruno and Buffy would hide our shoes and socks so that we didnt go out, the extremely annoying habit of Buffy biting our creepers in full bloom just above the root,the way the two of them would snuggle into moms blanket (mom often believed it was me creeping in....yeah yeah laugh away).The way Muddly hated the floor but loved playing in the mud (thats where he got his name),the way he would walk on his hind legs until i gave him one of my cod liver oil capsules, the way he would never eat from a dish.
Inspite of the pain mom smiled. Somehow, Bruno, Buffy, Muddly, Cuddly, Bubbles, Buddy, Leo, Lassi, Pepper, the 37 pups born to the dogs we had, the dogs my parents had long before i was born, they all wriggled their way into most of our conversations. Infact, i believe it was the ONLY way we could keep up our spirits during those tense months. A month and a half later mom could sit up, if only for a few minutes. Over the next month Mom had to go through physiotherapy to relearn the basic things we take for granted.
Mom had always been fiercely independent. She now found herself in a situation that was both frustrating and degrading. The only thing that made her smile wholeheartedly was talk of Bruno, Buffy and Muddly. Mom enjoyed the way Muddly like a King would sit on the sofa and watch while Bruno and Buffy followed mom giving her a gentle nudge every time she would stumble. I wouldnt call my dogs over the top intelligent, they dont fetch me anything other than their ball, only if they want to play that is. But its not just smart dogs who save the day, I WOULD know that.
I dedicate today, 5th Aug,2007,' Friendship Day' to all my silent friends who have loved me unconditionally.
