Winter mornings, a cat and a dog.

Missing him.
We all are. The Mutt waited for him for two days, ears perked up – listening to every sound outside the door, but has finally come inside. Maybe I imagine it, but she seems to miss him too.

She is 16 and can’t smell or see clearly but she had barked at the Vet who came to check Gabbar, standing protectively beside him. Unlike the cat, she did not seem to sense that he would no longer shiver at the merest mention of the Vet.

I am learning that no matter how it happens, loss just hurts. Guilt is a part of this sadness, even when we were prepared and even when he left the way one would have wished for him to go. There are no regrets, and still it hurts that he is not there, wagging his tail politely, even in sleep, even at the softest and most boringly repetitive declarations of love for him.

These pictures were taken just a month before he died.

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9 thoughts on “Winter mornings, a cat and a dog.

  1. Sher Khan always gets his way, it seems😀 He seems to love the warmth of the winter sun.

    Yes, loss hurts. And Gabbar Singh is being missed. They just have a different way of showing it.

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  2. For those of us, who have loved them and lost them. And then picked up the courage to love again, this will make sense. And it will soothe.
    I hope it soothes your heart IHM. Coz your heart is the biggest of them all.

    By an anonymous writer

    ”Some of you, particularly those who think they have recently lost a dog to “death”, don’t really understand this. I’ve had no desire to explain, but won’t be around forever and must.

    Dogs never die. They don’t know how to. They get tired, and very old, and their bones hurt. Of course they don’t die. If they did they would not want to always go for a walk, even long after their old bones say:” No, no, not a good idea. Let’s not go for a walk.”

    Nope, dogs always want to go for a walk. They might get one step before their aging tendons collapse them into a heap on the floor, but that’s what dogs are. They walk.
    It’s not that they dislike your company. On the contrary, a walk with you is all there is. Their boss, and the cacaphonic symphony of odor that the world is. Cat poop, another dog’s mark, a rotting chicken bone ( exultation), and you.

    That’s what makes their world perfect, and in a perfect world death has no place.

    However, dogs get very very sleepy. That’s the thing, you see. They don’t teach you that at the fancy university where they explain about quarks, gluons, and Keynesian economics. They know so much they forget that dogs never die.

    It’s a shame, really. Dogs have so much to offer and people just talk a lot.

    When you think your dog has died, it has just fallen asleep in your heart. And by the way, it is wagging it’s tail madly, you see, and that’s why your chest hurts so much and you cry all the time.

    Who would not cry with a happy dog wagging its tail in their chest. Ouch! Wap wap wap wap wap, that hurts. But they only wag when they wake up. That’s when they say: “Thanks Boss! Thanks for a warm place to sleep and always next to your heart, the best place.”

    When they first fall asleep, they wake up all the time, and that’s why, of course, you cry all the time. Wap, wap, wap. After a while they sleep more. (remember, a dog while is not a human while. You take your dog for walk, it’s a day full of adventure in an hour. Then you come home and it’s a week, well one of your days, but a week, really, before the dog gets another walk. No WONDER they love walks.)

    Anyway, like I was saying, they fall asleep in your heart, and when they wake up, they wag their tail. After a few dog years, they sleep for longer naps, and you would too. They were a GOOD DOG all their life, and you both know it. It gets tiring being a good dog all the time, particularly when you get old and your bones hurt and you fall on your face and don’t want to go outside to pee when it is raining but do anyway, because you are a good dog. So understand, after they have been sleeping in your heart, they will sleep longer and longer.

    But don’t get fooled. They are not “dead.” There’s no such thing, really. They are sleeping in your heart, and they will wake up, usually when you’re not expecting it. It’s just who they are.
    I feel sorry for people who don’t have dogs sleeping in their heart. You’ve missed so much.

    Excuse me, I have to go cry now.”
    – Anonymous

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  3. Both of them must have been very good friends. I feel that animals also should not be brought up alone. They need playmates. You are a good mother to them and they will always remember that.

    Even now, after 19 years, I can talk about Andrew as soon as I hear the word ‘dog’…they will always be in our hearts.

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    • He is quieter too. He understood while she didn’t, and like I have seen another cat do, went to corner and remained there the entire day. No activity… both are better now.

      Added: He also waited with her the first evening, but remained in some hidden corner the most of the day.

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