Most people adopt pets but I have been always adopted by pets. They just land up in front of me and never let me leave. They stick to me stubbornly.
When we lived in Gangtok, we had a street dog called Julie. It was an extremely fluffy and cute dog. One day it took shelter in our balcony and stayed there till its last breath. After we shifted to Kolkata, my mom found a newborn kitten during her morning walk. The kitten was extremely sick. Mom took care of it for a week but couldn’t save it. We had named it Felu.
Few months after my mom’s death I found a pregnant dog lying in my backyard. The dog looked extremely weak and feeble. I tried to give it water and food but the dog was in no position to eat or drink.
Next morning, I woke up to the noise of squeaks. When I came out of the house I found a litter of four puppies. The mother was nowhere to be seen and the hungry newborns were shivering in cold and squeaking. I looked around but couldn’t find the mother. Left without any choice I picked up those puppies and a wonderful journey began.
We named those puppies Kalu, Bheju, Lali, and Pinki. I became the de facto mother to those puppies. Sleepless nights began, the house used to be full of puppy poo and I was frantically trying to feed them, clean them and most importantly put them to sleep. My father was initially reluctant about keeping those puppies inside the house, but gradually he accepted them. Those puppies were naughty and used to keep me on my toes all the time. Their best game was to wake me up in the middle of the night and force me to take them for a walk. I remember taking four puppies for a walk in the middle of the night. Our building watchman was kind enough to accompany me. While I used to walk like a zombie my puppies used to jump and roll.
There was a monastery near our house and one of the monks adopted Bheju. Lali was adopted by a neighbour. Unfortunately, we lost Pinki to diarrhea. We tried so hard to save her. The day she died Dad and me were unable to eat the whole day. Now, we were left with Kalu.
Kalu was not only our dog. He was loved by everyone. I have written in one of my earlier posts about the bonding Kalu shared with Gupto Kaku. Kalu was a timid dog and the day Potla Buro entered my bedroom poor Kalu was scared more than me. Kalu stayed with us for eight years and was nothing less than family.
My husband is strictly against having a pet, however, a cat has found its way to our home. We tried a lot to shoo it away but it loves to occupy the bed and sleep on it like a princess. Here’s presenting to you Princess Spotty. Look at her style isn’t she royalty?