Phases Of Life

Cascading of time,

Flowing, never ending.

Down the bridge of youth,

Over the meadows of childhood,

Through the rough terrains of adulthood,

Into the valley of middle-age,

Ending in the sea of old age.

Leading to the blossoming of something called life!

Bad Doggy!!!!

Yesterday I just completed reading a book titled "Marley And Me"! It was a book about a dog who made a difference in the life of the family who kept him. It was really touching. But more touching was the fact that the book reminded me of my pet dog whom I had lost to cancer nearly a year ago.

Jenny was a black Labrador Retriever aged 2 months when we got her. Her over sized ears, her constant naughtiness made her a favorite within minutes. When she came we were already mourning about losing our 12 year old German Shepard a month ago. Doubt enveloped us as we wondered if Jenny could ever substitute Lucy- our lost dog.

After losing her a year back I would still say that Jenny never substituted Lucy. She never evewn tried. She carved a niche for herself in our hearts. The basic fact was that she was completely opposite of Lucy. Jenny was wild, uncontrollable. Nothing in the world could subdued her. She was forever running about, chasing her own tail and as was her favorite hobby- devouring inanimate objects.

Jenny's wierd diet often made her sick. And she would never have any regrets when she threw up the contents of her tummy on our new clothes or as a matter of fact on the carpets. Books, carpet, slipper, rugs, bedsheets, clothes, furniture was by far her favorite. OUr house used to filled with glowing signs of a young dog. In a way it was good. We never required a sign. Our house proudly bore the signs of the wrath of her childhood.

A prime fact of Jenny's daily routine was waiting for our milkman. From early morning she would sit in our balcony, watching the world stirring awake before her eyes and patiently wait for our milkman. As soon as he arrived she would run along the length of our balcony shouting her head off keeping him in sight till he rode off. Then she would run to splash water on herself jump and skid all the way till she was under the fan where she promptly turned on her back an fell fast asleep. She even used to dream about our milkman. I once saw her moving her legs in running motion when she was sleeping. It raised serious doubts about her feelings foe him. I guessed our milkman's wife never waited for him as much as my dog did.

But all good things come to an end. Jenny too passed away at a tender age of 3 years. Enlarged heart, high sugar, cancer and tumor rapidly killed her. I don't want to go into the details of her death as it quite painful for me. But I want to keep her memories alive and remember her as the lively puppy not a sick dog.

She may have been the wold's worst behaved dog but I can proudly say now that had she been alive she would be a proud mother of seven Labrador puppies out of which 2 are qualified sniffer dogs!!!! We love you Jenny and miss you too much!!!!!