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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. 



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  1. Hey sorry to hear that. But the same thing happened with us too. Our adorable labrador pup "Dolcy" stayed with us for 20 days only :(

    I tell you this foreign breeds are bloody weak 7 fragile. V c so many stray dogs without food and shelter around and they go on to live for quite long.

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  2. Gosh, Nikita, I wish you peace and strength. I am sure you'll heal soon, my prayers with you.

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  3. omg nikita..im so sorry..must be terrible, will pray for you and hope the little one rests in peace. :)

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  4. Nikita,

    I am so sad to hear that. I can well understand as they become just like family members. We have seen 3 of them go at different times and though they were grown up it still hurt. They need care just like children when young and later as old. One has to be careful about all vaccinations. Hope you bring another one soon. I have been suggesting Bloggers Meet. How about organizing it? My id is in my profile.

    Take care

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  5. @ Sukku

    I know about your dog...spoke to Nandini! :(

    @ Sneha

    Thank you!

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  6. @ Revelations of a Tangled Me

    Thank you! Hows your doggy doing?

    @ Jack

    Not sure how soon we will welcome another pet home, but I definitely want one! And yes, let's plan a meet so that all of us can finally catch up!

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  8. I'm so so sorry about this Nikki... Bolt is in a much better place now, and I am sure he gave you all a lot of happiness when he was around. I pray his soul rests in peace. Lots of love.

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  9. Oh Nikita.It is really is sad. We have a 8 year old Lab at our home and my heart stops everytime I think about him leaving us. So I can totally imagine your pain. RIP Puppy and may god bless your family Nikita.

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  10. Ohh God Nikita! This is like my worst fear coming true. I know how you must feel. I am so sorry.

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  11. @ Supriya

    Thank you :)

    @ Swapna

    Thank you.

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  12. @ Sujata

    :) Please give Max a tight hug from me!

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  13. im really sorry.. having had pet dogs since the age of 5, I know the pain of losing them... I know how sad you will feel and how emotionally scarring it is, but I really wish you get a new pet dog some day. The amount of love you receive from them everyday is something that cant be experienced

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  14. @Roshan

    :) I wish pets would never die! :|

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