The dog, he was a stray. Right next to my new home, there is a medium sized playground, say around 400 meters in diameter and about 10 stray dogs live in the playground. Out of these dogs, a young dog, at a crossover stage from a pup to a dog -caught my attention.
He looked cute of course , but there was something different about him, he looked sturdy, well built for a stray dog (for they get little food to eat) and his eyes, they were shiny bright, bright like a pair of tiny stars. I liked him and fed him some biscuits the first day , he then followed me till my apartment building gate. Just before entering the building gate i petted him for a good 10 minuets, he fell on his back showing me his tummy, asking for a belly rub which i did. After 10 minutes of petting and playing with this dog e i stood up and walked inside the compound gate. I was happy and he seemed more than happy, his eyes followed me as i disappeared into the lift lobby.
The next day morning, as i was removing my car out of the building parking lot , he was at the same spot where i left him the previous day. Not sure if he was standing there the whole night or he had returned to the spot in the morning. I slowed my car and watched him trying to figure out the person inside the car. I stopped the car, his ears raised slightly , and then when i got out of the car he jumped with joy & within the next few seconds he was lying on his back, all four legs raised towards the sky, straining his neck to look at me and see if i would give him a belly rub. I patted him on his nose twice and drove off with his image in the side mirror till he was out of sight.
That evening we met again and i fed him eggs instead of biscuits. This routine continued, with food ranging from biscuits , chicken, eggs , fruits(yes he ate banana and carrots) . We spent more time playing and talking to each other in the evenings.
This continued for about a month. This dog, he stopped going to the playground and used to spend most of his time outside our apartment building. The security guy told me that after my car left the building in the morning, he would sleep outside the gate , wake up, go around the ground and return to sleep in the same place till i returned. After the evening snack, he used to go somewhere and return early in the morning.
From the balcony of my flat, i could see most of the other dogs running and playing but this dog was missing all that fun, it appeared he only wanted to wait for me outside the gate, for the 10-15 minuets of play time and the little food that i give. i felt sad for him but at the same time i was happy seeing his love grow for me . If only i could afford my own home i would have definitely welcomed him inside my home
Then one day, i got a call from home asking me to come home at the earliest, for a quick family gathering. In the excitement to meet them i totally forgot about this dog. On the day i left, i woke up, packed hurriedly and left the building having completely forgotten to carry any food to the dog waiting outside. It is only when i saw him sitting outside gazing at my moving car i thought about him . I did not have time to stop and talk to him , so i waved him goodbye from inside the car and left.
After a week, i returned. While i was nearing my apartment building the thoughts of this dog and the silly things he does while with me made me smile . I was eager to see him again.
I reached the building and stopped outside and as expected i found him sleeping outside the gate. Upon seeing me he quickly rose to his feet, like a solider on seeing his reporting officer , but instead of running towards me and leaping on me which he usually does, he limped towards me, he was trying hard to raise his neck to look at me in the eyes but the effort seemed to take a lot of energy out of him. I rushed towards him, took him in my arms. I did not ask anything nor did he say, he wagged his tail gently with his head rested on my forearm. He could look at my face directly from that position. I knew he was hurt physically, something had hit him hard, either a vehicle or a person. I asked the security guy but he did not seem to know anything. I looked suspiciously at the metal stick he carries around. I also thought about the neighbors who were not very pleased with the sight of a stray dog outside their building.
I moved the dog under a half shade. of a tree. Fed him some biscuits i had and he seemed to eat it because i gave it to him not because he wanted to eat. I asked him to rest till i go get a doctor to fix him. Leaving him under the tree, i parked my car went into my flat , unpacked, freshened up and asked some friends of mine for a good veterinary doctor or clinic nearby . Having got this information, i went down to get the dog and found him missing. The security guy waving the stick in his hand told me the dog went to the direction of the playground.
I went to the playground but could not find him there. I returned home after a while. The rest of the day went as usual, with me occasionally screening the ground to see if could see my friend. The next morning i woke up early , made tea and sat in the balcony sipping tea and reading the morning news, which was my routine. Then i saw, a group a dogs gathered at a spot on the ground, also crows and other birds were circling at the spot. I watched them for a long time, and finally after the dogs moved away i saw, my dog sleeping on the ground with birds circling over him
Had i not fed him the first time with biscuits and played with him, he would have continued to live with his group of stray dogs and lived longer. Had i not given him the hope of love, he would have lived. I cursed myself for showing love, it was not me who showed love, it was him who showered his love and attention on me and i wanted it badly, so i was being nice to him.
I went out with a shovel and some biscuits, the least i can do now is to give this friend of mine a good burial, a place of his body to rest.
The following day, i took a day off work and went house hunting, any pet friendly home would do, i did not care about the area or the distance from my office. I found a small but good little house and payed the advance. I called up my current landloard and told him i will vacate the place in 2 weeks.
At the end of the 2nd week, before leaving the apartment forever i walked to the ground, payed my respect and goodbye to my little friend . I walked towards my car outside and as i neared it, there was tiny little pup, may be around 45 days old, brown in color sniffing and trying to bite the rear tyre of my car.
I searched my pocket for biscuits……..