Remembering my first dog friend, Snoopy!

Remembering my first dog
“Whatever you are looking for, is also looking for you” ~ Rumi.

Little is the time we get with our truest friends, dogs. Their lives too short, hearts too swell. In this guest post, Monika reminisces her first pet, Snoopy.


Remembering my first dog

We never knew what selfless love is until we met SNOOPY!

Snoopy our love, was a desi dog, innocent and immaculate. I first met her on a summer night. There she was a lifesize teddy bear tiptoeing my dad’s footsteps. My father had late night office hours those days and it soon became Snoopy’s habit to follow my father (maybe she wanted to be part of the family). We too became habitual of seeing him patting and feeding her.

We never raised a pet before we met Snoopy. It was only later that we realized that she was an abandoned dog.

Oh did I tell you, we named her after the beloved dog in Peanuts?

Remembering my first dog

One monsoon evening when my mother went out to feed Snoopy, she could not find her at the usual place. We called her repeatedly but she did not come. We had that sinking feeling you get when someone precious goes missing.

The next morning my mother found Snoopy a little far from the home. Someone had hit her and she was unable to walk. Despite her fractured leg, her tail still swayed with love. We brought her home that morning. From here on, she was our adopted pet.

Life with dogs is a world in itself and we found ours with Snoopy. Her little mischiefs kept us busy all day long. As soon as I’d reach home, she was the first to jump upon and hug me.

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Through the seasons, Snoopy was always there for us. Her mere presence draining away all the day’s debris. Once when I was home alone, a little timid teenager, she watched over me the entire night. There she was my dark knight guarding me against creatures of the dark.

She played many an avatar – my guardian, the best friend and soul sister.  To my parents, she was their daughter, cherished and pampered way more than us. And she deserved it all!

I still hope that someday she’d return to our family in another form. Dogs don’t die. She will always be cherished by us. The memorable time that we spent with her is priceless.

She wasn’t just a dog but family.

All dogs are…

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Kartika’s heartwarming tribute to her beloved dog

heartwarming dog tribute

Kartika reminisces the life and times of her beloved best friend in this heartwarming dog tribute.


It all started with me leaving hometown to go to college. Being an only child of my parents I was worried about them missing me too much.

It was just around this time that my uncle’s dog had puppies and I brought one home as a delightful distraction for my parents when I was away.

I named him Kodulal. His vaccination card read Kodulal Sitoke (which always raised eyebrows).

My father being a doctor with all the rules about hygiene had an aversion to pets (What about hair everywhere and the germs?). I left for my college worried that by the time I return for the break he will be dismissed back to the farm.

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But I came back to a very different scene, my parents loved him more than me! This beautiful creature had everyone wrapped around his paws. Following my Mom around the house. Rejoicing when Papa came home. Playing with me whenever I was visiting home. Chasing squirrels in the backyard. He would bark at tiny ants and bees but a cow or donkey was too big for him.

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Among many tricks he learned, opening the balcony door latch was always amusing to me. He’d sit and observe the world outside or wait for us to come home. Often late in the night, he would start howling to run outside. After all, the backyard was his kingdom and he had to do his rounds.

By the time he turned six, he began falling sick quite often. Our beloved Kodulal was diagnosed with kidney stones. The vet ran blood tests for him – too sick for a surgery or anesthesia.

The antibiotics would work for some time and then he would relapse again. Amongst all this what got to us was he understood that he was being treated.

My mom would give him injections, mind you these were painful heavy dosages and he would take it all silently as if he knew it was for his best. He would open his mouth and swallow the tablets and the liquid medicines that my mom would pour in his mouth. He understood that he needed them.

Despite his pain, he made sure to wag his tail with happiness at the slightest of eye contact.

How we underestimate these furry beautiful creatures?

There’s so much we don’t understand about them. The quantum of love they’ve for us. The trust they place in our trembling feeble hands… I wonder if we do any justice to all the love they give us.

Kodulal left us at the age of 7. We were all heartbroken. My mother felt the severest of this wrenching pain.  Kodulal would follow Maa all the time, never once leaving her side… theirs was the strongest bond.

Kodulal is buried in our backyard. In his lovely kingdom where he grew up and ruled.

Always loved. Forever missed. Never forgotten!

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