One of my favorite Peanuts strip shows Charlie Brown and his friend Linus looking up at the night sky and contemplating how little they know of all that there’s left to be known.
What we don’t know is a quest, sometimes satiated whilst at others a journey with no defined timeline. Linus is, rational and reasoning, intrigued by the mysteries of the world while to revel in the love that there’s known to us is Charlie Brown’s school of thought. The genius of Charles M Schulz lies in bringing the two thoughts to a common ground.
I precisely remember the moment when the light of childhood faded out on me. It came with a death. All of it melted, like a snow mass at the touch of spring.
Rusty left me last summer but did she really? And what about the great Kaalicharan?
The only thing wrong with dogs is that they don’t live forever.
I miss my dog…
Isn’t she in the white fur adorning the sleeves of my blazer like an emblem? Or in between the pages of those novellas of Yore which I occasionally flip open ─ like a bookmark, staring at me. In that reflection in the red water bowl and in the relatively cold corner by the study or in the thunder of clouds, she’s there with her topaz eyes asking me to hide her somewhere safe. Time heals, some say but am I really looking for an ointment?
And while I do shudder with excitement to dig more on the mysteries of Third Reich, the Dyatlov pass incident and all that remains unexplained, I will forever miss how it was running around banana trees with a dog to whom, I was the world. Submerging in the known and loving it. Sooner or later, the myths subside and we realize among other things that the best of friends can only be dogs.
When I close my eyelids deterring to the noise of the world ─ a cauldron about to bubble over, veering my thoughts to all that will remain placid and unchanged by time, oblivious to the humans passing me by, thereby the orchard Rusty would forever be chasing my demons away. There. by the valley, Kaalicharan would always come looking for me for she knows how my silence screams.
To them, I will always be, the boy who never grew up.
Losing a pet to the cruel hands of time and fate is the saddest thing for a child. After their Beagle Moe passed away, Mary and her 3-year-old son Luke started penning him letters, addressed to “Doggie Heaven, Cloud 1”
To their surprise, they received in their mailbox a letter with the return address “From Moe“. It read: “Im in doggie heaven, I play all day. I am happy. Thank you 4 being my friend. I wuv you Luke.”
“Sometimes losing a pet is more painful than losing a human because in the case of the pet, you were not pretending to love it.” ― Amy Sedaris
For over 14 years, your friendship has guided me through…from being a homeless stray in an Almora garage to being the spoiled brat of ours! You saw me from my half pant days to well, half pant days again.
I know you wouldn’t have wished us to remember you with misty eyes hence here’s raising a toast to the miracle that you were(are).
I stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying you found it hard to sleep. I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear, “It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.” I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me. I was with you at the shops today; your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more. I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care. I want to re-assure you, that I’m not lying there. I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you; I smiled and said, “it’s me.” You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there. It’s possible for me, to be so near you everyday. To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.” You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew… in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you. The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning and say “good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.” And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side. I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out…then come home to be with me. – Anonymous
One of them being Mr. Don Reeves, a sixty year old gentleman from Texas, USA. His empathizing words have meant so much to this lad. He shared this beautiful painting he did in 1996 of his beloved dog Samson for our readers along with this letter:
I would like to extend my condolences on the loss of your beloved Kaali. I am almost 60 years old and have had dogs my whole life. When I married years ago, my wife and I had dogs. I understand the heartache of such a loss. I have been an animal lover my whole life and it never gets easier to say goodbye to a loved one (human or four-legged fur baby!)
Reading of your loss brought up all the tears and grief of so many goodbyes. Fortunately I have lived long enough to know that it is just a part of the human experience and I believe we will see all our loved ones (four-legged fur babies and human family) again when it is our time to cross over to spirit. I look forward to it. May God, Goddess, All There Is bless you on your journey and that of your beloved Kaali.
I would also like to say how privileged I feel to be able to enjoy your website and to know there is another caring, loving human being in this world. Your website has brought me smiles, laughs and tears since I have come across it. It fills my heart with hope!
Bless you on your journey. May your heavy heart be lightened by love. May your soul be able to soar again when it is time. May all the angels that watch over us carry you through this difficult time. You will get through this… and this too shall pass. Much love and thank you for sharing your love of dogs… I get it.
RIP Rusty, you will be loved, always.
Somewhere in heaven, all our furry friends are looking at us with love.