around end of March a doberman puppy was born... i hardly came in contact with it till first week of june. but then, somehow we kept meeting and we became friends.
maybe not friends.. a dog doesn't get friendly, it somehow connects with your soul straight away. anyway, this dog would follow me around a lot; learned to push the door to my room open and started owning a corner. if i whistled in a certain way, it would come running and jump at me. she was the greatest of playmates, even though very unpredictable and hyperactive.
it started to stay nights at my room. follow me around even at office and sleep under my chair. dragged a tee-shirt of mine on her own and used it as a rag to practice chewing and to lie down as well. i even began to plan its next meal and would go on morning walks through jungles and would worry about how to teach it to hunt etc.
Everyone in the community felt like they owned this puppy. So she was named being named many times, but finally she seemed have become Chimi, which i guess is a popular name in Andhra Pradesh, but some called her Jimmy... anyway, everyone felt the one most suitable name will finally emerge soon.
teaching her to push the door open to my room seemed easy trick, but proved to be tough. i guess dogs dont understand the engineering behind how a door works; so finally when she learned to do it, i was beaming like a proud parent!.
but last Saturday, it ran under a vehicle, and died on the spot. strangely i could remain calm and accept it as it is. some of my grief i burned by digging a pit for burial. but somehow that was it, there was no major grief response. maybe true friendship or soul connections do that... where letting go comes naturally.
2 comments:
Heart Touching..
Hope there comes another Chimmy
sweet post. and perhaps the rare moments where you actually managed to express yr emotions.
the burial helps to get closure. i think abt my sparrow fondly too.
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