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Little Litu.....

A goodbye, that I don't want to give...

2 March 2012

( due to certain reasons the post could not be published on the actual date)

The purpose of life is not to live forever, but to live eventful, even if its a Dog's life.... How are we to prevent the known, that is the final calling?



The boy who never grew my Litu-pan ... you actually did not want to grow old, so you left......


Well when he came he was the worlds cutest puppy ever, with those lovely puppy eyes he had enchanted me... On 23rd  December 2006, came to me, just a 21 days old new born life. As a Christmas Gift from my mother. .....  A life who was so naughty that, we could never civilize him. A life which Departed today, giving us tears which are yet to dry....

My Litu ( Little- official name) left us for God, but being a selfish human, the whole family fails to accept the truth.  Since two weeks he was not putting up with good health, wasn't willing to taste a single morsel. But we kept him surviving on fluids....

He was not a pet, he was like my little brother, I couldn't stop loving him ,  for his never ending barks, licks, and jumps. I have scolded him, punished him, for his misadventures in the garden, on road, in car...Like any teenage boy, he loved Cars, he loved travelling in cars... Everyday for him was happy, no reason to be angry...

He was a great watchdog, for us and our neighbors and the whole colony, a great Maa bhakt ( my mom's sole lover rather real son..).  A protector, a real bodyguard who need to be guard by us during night walks...

Well we woke  up today to see him, that he will never wake up,. When he left today, he was still the worlds most handsome dog..  Five years , Litu gave us excitement, joy, love and  happiness without any materialistic purpose or selfish desire....


I apologize to you, for not providing you the freedom you deserved and wanted, you were always tied up and grounded as you were so naughty..


As we were burring him, a snail's shell fell in too, I just couldn't stop  mumbling everything happens for a reason,. When Litu was really Little, he used to eat up snails in garden,. and I fell the shell is a omen, rather indication from him to us, that He is in a place where he is free...

 I have a vision that you are free now, and running wild like you always did... A place where you are playing with Jassi, and no one is there to stop you.... one day we all will be together, you and the happy family...

P.S- He did not die, he just visited us for five years......

thanking you to bear with me
paulOaries










  
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  1. mangolove9 April 2012 at 20:40

    ................. :'(

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  2. SpringApple112 April 2012 at 02:22

    Never loved a piece like this one. Genuinely ordinary. Thanksfor pure passion, pure emotion and such spiritual elevation. God Bless you Blogger.

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