She was just 2 days old when I first saw her, it was 8th February I remember! (She was also an Aqua like me, 6th feb born:)) The cutest and the most adorable creature that I witnessed, almost felt like cuddling her in my arms, such was the magnetism that “My Frosty” carried. I won’t like to designate her with the customary tag; I would just call her a “female dog” (Pardon the linguistics). No, “Frosty” wasn’t my pet, she was a family member!
She died last year due to liver infection, it’s her death anniversary. This one’s especially for her. May her soul rest in peace!
In the yesteryears, I never had the bliss of a pet’s company. My brother brought her home in a small basket, just like a birthday gift with a strange positive feeling. I held her for the first time, that cute little creature in my hand with the skin as soft as melting butter and a silkened Pashmina (a type of Kashmiri silk). I stood in front of the mirror and yes that was a cherished Kodak moment for me! “Maa dekho ye kitni cute hai”, I called my mother… She came to the living room, accompanying her precious smile!
Dad, maa, bhai, everybody had a face sparkled with the glycerin of jubilation! Then came the google part… eh! Got that right! We were busy googling the diet chart, vaccination, and the Do’s and Don’ts of a new-born puppy. Milk powders pedigrees, and Kennels sworn in within a few hours, the house was now a hustling bustling home! We named her “Frosty”
She wasn’t one of the so-called “Top breeds”, she was “The street’s child”. It hardly mattered though, none of us had a silicone love for the “social stature”. We were not “ Sociomaniacs” (the selfish lot, who symbolize everything as a social stature, even purest feelings) and loved her for what she was!
For the next couple of days, we were self acclaimed vets (until we actually found one) with different permutations and concentrations of food, and as a consequence she was eating more and dirtying floors. Sometimes she would just nimble out a feeble bark and we were up on our feet, taking care of her infant tantrums. Making baby food at 3 A.M, cleaning things before maa wakes up, playing around in park, dog toys, vaccination and so many other things! 🙂
Within no time she was at her playful best, fiddling around pillows, playful bites and cuddling around with us. 🙂 She started acquiring her territory on the beds and sofas, and then she was always sleeping on my arm with her nose right under my ear. I gave her another name “Buchhi Darling”.
The cute little “Frosty” was now 1-year-old, and she was growing rapidly, a total “Foodie” she was! Ate almost everything, fruits, vegetable, chapatis, with a personal favorite “raw cheese”! A terror she was, amongst other dogs, a valiant and fearless canine! We had some proud Oscar moments, when she shooed away dogs almost double her size! “Badi hi tez taraar hai ye, aajtak aisa doggy nahi dekha”, people used to say…
Whenever back home, she would greet me with a vigor and energy that even the tsunami waves can not fathom. She would restlessly sway her tail dancing to and fro, jumping on me and caressing around with her tongue… I miss that welcome now! 🙁
Everything was going in sync with the “Happily ever after” theme, until we shifted our house. I don’t know the reason, but she was ailing with hide n seek fever since 2 months. Her regular vet would give some vaccinations, and she would be back to normal, but only for 2-3 days. We were really anxious, and then some senseless moron advised us to consult a Veterinary Hospital… I still regret following the advice!
This hospital was a place where even a healthy animal could be the most disease prone! With a herd of ailing street animals under the roof, it could have easily been the most contagious place. We never realized it, until it was too late!
Frosty was being vaccinated almost daily, and her reports showed that the trouble was thickened blood circulation in liver. The doctor said everything will be fine within a few days, it’s not a serious problem. We heaved a sigh of relief, but something else was in the offing!
After 10 days, she wasn’t eating anything! She was on glucose for over a week, and was very feeble now… She stopped moving, the same frosty who danced all around the house was still, on a prolonged fast. We tried every bit to entertain her, to keep her engaged, to bring back our FROSTY, but all in vain!!
Friday, 19th April around midnight, she came and sat in my lap, I was happy and bemused. Yet there was a strange fear lingering that refrained me from smiling! That night she moved, and went to every family member, as if she was bidding adieu. I didn’t slept, I saw Frosty resting near dad’s feet, which was unusual!
Saturday, 8 AM she started wilting profusely, we rushed her to the hospital, her eyes were closing and we were waiting for the doctor to call us. My brother carried Frosty, she was unusually heavy…
She was lying onto the stretcher now, the doctor examined her and said “IT IS TOO LATE”, my heart skipped several beats! She was dead, my Frosty was NO MORE… I felt like a maniac staring at nothing, breathing heavily with moist eyes, as if I was numb!
I don’t cry easily, but I was not strong enough to hold the flood of emotions that was gushing through my veins. I cried, I wept and I shouted on my helplessness! My brother too was crying, we had to call home, but how!!
Finally I called dad and just managed to say “FROSTY”S DEAD”!! Everybody was at the hospital now, there was a strange homicide silence, while we performed her last rites.
Back home there was a frenzy of emotions, we lost something precious, something which can never be recuperated! There was no one to play around with, no one for pillow fights, and nobody who would greet you like the most sought after creature on the planet earth! Frosty was very-2 special, and she’ll always be!
She left us, leaving behind a vacuum of emotions, feelings and a bag full of cherished moments! I don’t want to regret, for I don’t want her to feel sad wherever she is. It’s 20th April again, and this post is my way to say “WE MISS YOU A LOT FROSTY”!
We’ve never had another pet, just some cute little puppies that we feed! There’s a strange contentment in doing so, something beyond definition!
