This is about my little brother Lucky. He is no longer with me now...but he will be in my heart forever.
He was by my side when my human best friends left me alone...His licking my face, the wag of his tail, his bark made me feel happy about my life during some bad days. I guess all dogs are cute but Lucky was the most handsome dog I ever came across. He had the cutest and most innocent face a dog can ever have. But his acts were not that innocent (!) Once he ate the shoe of a guest who came for dinner to our place. He ate almost everything, from curtains to my expensive shoes to chair legs...everything. He had those chewing toys but he was rarely interested in playing with them. He just loved spoiling things in his free time. It was tough to punish him because of the guilty look he gave afterwards.
My brother and I rescued him from a street near my house after he and his mother got hit in an accident. His mother was dead by the time we noticed them. We kept the pup with us. He was the most pampered child of our family. And of all the members of our family, he was closest to me. He never left me alone. My brother used to call him 'didi's tail' because he always followed me. No-one had the guts to yell at me when he was around!
He was a cute spoiled brat...my favourite little guy!
Five or six years ago I was seriously ill and in bed rest for almost five months. I remember he never left me alone all that time. He slept in my room throughout. I had a problem related to my digestive system, so my appetite was very poor. Normally he never missed his meals for anybody. He was a big foodie and simply loved milk and malai kulfi! He used to bark like crazy whenever the kulfiwala passed our colony. But during my illness he would only eat after I had eaten. That was a good blackmailing tactic for my mom and dad to make me eat my food!
He always slept with his head on my lap, like this.
My parents used to tell my Lucky stopped eating after I moved to Hyderabad for further studies. I'm living in a hostel so it was not possible to bring him with me. I thought he would be okay in a few days. This was not the first time that he was grieving in my absence. He did the same thing when my brother went to a hostel. But he was back to normal in a week or so. But this time it was not normal. I should be happy to be one of those few lucky people on earth who come across such true friends - but instead I am sad because his devotion to me was the cause of his death...
My parents didn't tell me about his death for one month. They knew it would disturb me. And yes, they were right. It's like I have lost my little brother. He was always there when I needed a friend. I regret not being with him when he needed me the most.
No human can ever love anybody as dogs do. Dogs are the best creation of god. I don't know if anyone can ever take the place Lucky had in my life. I'm sure nobody can ever love me and care for me as he did.
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