I miss those eyes which looked at me with love, that nose that sniffed me from over a kilometer, that tongue which licked my like hell, those paws which shook my hands and those teeth which occasionally scared me off. It’s difficult when someone leaves you alone, someone you loved so much, someone you adored. But it’s even more difficult when you realize you’ll never see them again. There’s not been much time since the day I realized that.
We all knew that the time was near but still the news was a big shock. And suddenly all the moments shared together cluttered my mind. It was hard to believe that hazel’s dead. The next time I went to my mamaji’s place, I was expecting her to come from under the table and start licking my hand. But she didn’t come. Over our next visits I imagined all sort of things, her bark, her moving near the door, her dancing around my feet and her nose sniffing for my custard. But she never came.
I was then reminded of the time when she was ill. Her frail body, tired eyes and weak voice, they were painful so her passing away seemed a peaceful end but it still doesn’t ease the heart. Heart is selfish, it wants to keep the ones it loves alive, always.
After that day the rooms reflected that they missed something. There was no more a basket lying in the bedroom and no more was there a plate near the dining table. Those dog biscuits pained your heart, and the new brush bought just two days ago seemed so ironical.
I took the dog biscuits for the pups in our college. Feeding them with the biscuits brought me closer to the fact that though this is not the end but there will be no more ‘a date with hazel’ stories…
