Celebrating Life!

Written By Rhea

He was my best friend.

He was my first love.

He was the handsomest boy I had ever met.

He was not your regular guy you would meet every day on the street.

My best friend had a milky white coat, long drooping ears, big brown innocent eyes and a beauty spot on his right cheek. He was the most beautiful Labrador Retriever that ever existed and his name was Dino. And my life was never happier than when he was with me.

Our eyes first met on 13th December 2004 and I was enchanted by his soft, small round body running around our house. I, like any girl, was scared and ran away from him the moment he came near me to play. His very delicate, small pink paws slipped and tripped on the marble floor as he continued his adventure in his new home. Feeding time was his favourite time. With his paws and ears in the bowl he’d slurp up the Cerelac my mother bought for him.

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Little by little, I gained courage to go near and touch him but not before I pleaded my sister to turn him away. But he’d always look around and stare the second he felt me running my fingers through his soft coat, his eyes curiously scanning me. That very afternoon, while I was watching television, he suddenly jumped up on my lap, trampled around in clumsy little circles and settled down for an afternoon nap. For a good whole hour I stared at him and caressed his coat. That was the most memorable day of my life.

Time went by and he grew up in size but his brain remained that of a pup. Our love for him was fierce and unconditional. We pampered him and showed him with affection. He still thought himself to be a human baby even when he was all grown up. He’d never let me or my sister go and sit on our mother’s lap because that was his personal spot for a nap! After a hectic day at school, I was always thrilled to see him waiting for me on the terrace and looking out on the street through the iron baluster and wagging his tail. No matter how bad the day was, coming home and being warmly and excitedly welcomed by him was heavenly for me.

Our favourite game was a very unique one. I’d hold his tail and he’d try to catch it by running around in circles then dropping on the ground with his paws in the air, he’d wag his tail while waiting to be tickled expectantly. I would happily oblige. His coat brush was his favourite chew toy and like everything else, he had bore holes in it as well. He despised baths but enjoyed a lot when I brushed his teeth as he’d get to eat the sweet, minty toothpaste!

As he began to grow old, he started having problems climbing up the stairs. He had a habit of running down the stairs to greet us but then he’d remain stuck there at the bottom. I’d hold both his hind legs up and push him forward while he used his front paws to climb up. This illness got to a point where he couldn’t drink water and wouldn’t if i didn’t offer it in my cupped hands.

My time spent with him were the happiest of my life. We celebrated life and love every single moment.

He died on 12th September, 2013. I could never love anyone as much as I loved him. The day he arrived at our home will be forever etched in my mind. He made our house a home.

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