chinky

She came to our house sometime in 1996. The upper story of our house was newly constructed. I remember what a struggle it was to bring all family members to a consensus to keep her. We had had dogs before too, but everyone was scared of emotional attachment again. But her innocence n cuteness, bought her in. She used to be a darling. Anyone entering our house, couldnt keep eyes off her. She was a beautiful young baby. She used to get so happy, so so happy when we returned back home, that she jumped from one sofa to another, as if dunno what has happened. She bought a smile to everyone's face on returning home. Some times she even used to fall with a thud, while doing this. Once when she was jumping, she took a wrong angle, n broke her elbow. I still remember how she screamed of pain. When we held her, she was shouting for help, n to not to touch her elbow at all. We took her to hospital, n the doc plastered her hand with a piece of scale. I remember how madly she was pampered after that. She was so much spoilt that She actually forgot to sleep on her own bed. Every day, she used to jump in, in my blanket, or chachas razai, n sleep hugging us. It was so much fun to be woken up by someone actually licking ur face in the morning. Hehe. Every week she had to be plastered, so we instead of going to the doctor, started doing it ourselves. I still remember once, the scale that we used to plaster, slashed her elbow n penetrated in. It was a painful moment. This time there was a permanent hard plaster. Time moved on, she got well, started running normally n jumping normally. But she was so used to pampering, that this habbit of hers lasted for ever. Unlike others, she never used to shout at visitors n guest. Instead, she used to wag n move so joyously that everyone developed a sense of love for her, n used to pat her, or show affection to her. N she enjoyed it to the most. She never missed an opportunity, to be loved n soothed. I still remember, whenever i used to sit idle, doing nothing, but thinking, she used to come n sit infront of me n stare, until i started rubbing in between her eyes. N she used to close her eyes n feel that intense moment to its most. Sometime later she started giving birth to babies. I remember there used to be a line of friends who used to want a puppy. It was so lovely to play with those puppies. N it was so painful to part with the. Hehe. Our generations kept on increasing. Cuty came. She was indeed so cute that we couldnt part with her. Then came Tuffy. He actually was kept for someone very close to us, but then no one came to take him, so he stayed with us. N this way, we had generations of chinky at our home. As she grew up with years, she started becoming lean n thin, n less hairy as she was before. But her habit of getting pampered, mind you, still continued. She was there in all the main functions of our family. She was the senior most member of our special family. Her love for Mili n MIshti was undoubted. In her own ways, she used to tell, that she loved everyone a lot. I still remember, till just a few days back, she used to come in my room, n hide in my razai chupke se. N i used to cover her properly.
Yesterday was the last day of her life. She was not well since past few days. It was due to cold i guess. N instead of sitting in her cozy bed, she used to sleep on the terrace. We still used to cover her with the old carpets, n some of Mishtis old clothes. But i guess she knew, that she wont stay long. She had stopped eating. Her eyes were going into depression visibly. We even bought her food that she would have loved, but she didnt eat. Yesterday,since morning, she was down, in the living room. I felt may be she was getting better. But now i realize, may be she just wanted to be with everyone in her last few hours. It was in the eve, when i thought, let me pamper her a bit. When i started rubbing her face, she tried moved herself backwards, but her hands n feets were jammed. I took her in my arms, n called everyone close. Papa came, n we started dropping warm milk inside her mouth with the help of a cotton. Her face was lying in my palm. N i was continuously rubbing her back, to give her warmth. She was silent n still. N then she suddenly started wagging her tail. It seemed as if shes trying hard to wag. Then she started making sounds, as if crying, calling someone. She started moving, as if she doesnt want to die. N then she was just still. Lying in my palm. Eyes stationary. Some drops of milk coming our through her nose. She was dead.
I never saw papa getting weak, or crying. Yesterday, we all cried. She was an important member of our family. Sensible, Beautiful, Trustworthy n too loving.
I miss you Chinky. Wherever you are, I just pray, that you get a beautiful life.
Love from every one.