This is a 'nameless' post. I cannot bring myself to name it. If you ask me why, I could quickly crumble into a heap of tears (I don't care if this doesn't sound right!) and bawl my heart out.
Remember my previous post about having a pet? Well, just my luck that my folks back home decided to finally give the nod to welcome a cute little Labrador pup. This was to be my sister's 25th birthday surprise and believe me when I say I was jealous for the very first time! I even ranted at my father saying he had to wait till I get married and then agree for a dog! Were they not listening when I begged for one as well? But not everything ends well, does it? We had the pup for a mere seven days. A cute little beige Labrador, we called Bolt. He was jumpy, nippy, cuddly and so much more.
But god had different plans. Simply a week later the pup left us. Stopped breathing after a bout of ill health. Just when we thought he was recovering, he gave up. I wasn't around when they buried him. All his things - toys, food, the little blanket mom made him from her saree, have been stashed away.
I feel I have been scarred for life.