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Thursday, October 18, 2007

Blond, Beautiful…and gone forever…!!!

She came home 9 years ago, this 2 month old flaming orange bundle of energy. And promptly began chewing up everything in sight. She was teething.

And 9 years later, she left us all forever.

Mum – who always followed the ‘see but don’t touch, don’t get too close to me’ with any pet, could not watch television without Wendy lying under her feet. When the crackers went off and Wendy trembled uncontrollably, she held her close until the noise stopped and the trembling subsided. She woke up and went looking for Wendy first thing, trying to figure out in which corner of the house she was curled up fast asleep. She wept silent tears sitting in a corner when the doctor called to say Wendy was no more.

Brother – He wrestled the 40+kgs gal more often than not to the floor. Pinning her to the ground, not letting her move, and to watch her pretend to give in, only to fight back when he relaxed his grip on her, all the time seeming to have a smile on her face. He carried her up two flights of stairs when she could not walk any more. He went into his room locked the door and sobbed when he heard the news.

Dad – He bathed her, in the process having a shower himself every time she did the ‘rain dance’. He fed her. He drove her around. Walked with her. Brushed her teeth. Rubbed her head when she rested her face on his knee as he read the paper, or watched some television. He was the one who saw her alive for the last time. He got the call giving him the news from the hospital. He was the one who had to tell the rest of us. He was the one who had to keep up the brave front.

Wendy – she became the mascot of the surrounding flats. The kids adored her, and she adored them more in return. The couple living in the flat below, ‘borrowed’ her for their walks. Their child adopted her, and in return Wendy took her, under her wings. To watch them both together was a joy to behold.

Lasting impressions:

The way her ears cocked when her name was mentioned during the course of a conversation any where in the house.
The way her head hung out of the second floor window, surveying the street.
The way she rushed to the window each time she heard dad’s bike, or my brother’s car. And then from the window to the door, waiting for who ever it was to enter the house.
The way she kept mum company in the kitchen when she went about her chores.
The way she alternated her time between mum in the kitchen and dad where ever he was in the house.
The one and only time she growled - Dad lost it with mum for some reason and was giving her a mouthful in the kitchen one day. Wendy walked in, stood between them facing dad, and let out this low growl. Don’t think dad has yet forgiven her that, nor has mum ever loved her more than, that day.

Her whole life is an impression on all of us who had the privilege of sharing space with her.

Where ever she maybe, I hope she is happy and misses us as much as we miss her.


Anonymous chandni said...

May she rest in peace.

Can we see a picture?

4:14 PM  
Blogger Serendipity said...

I can understand.. I had two turtles once, given to me for my birthday, and we cried and cried when one died, followed by the other. even though turtles arent that interactive as pets and you cant play around with them much, we were so attached!

Hence i can only imagine how it must be..

4:29 PM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

@ Chandni -
you can see her here...

@seren - i have simply shut it out...easier to blot it out of my mind..!!!

5:13 PM  
Anonymous childwoman said...

I am so sorry for your loss....I am sure she misses y'all too...Rest in Peace dear Wendy....

12:29 PM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

@ child - thanks.

1:14 PM  
Blogger Serendipity said...

is wendy the dog whose video is on the dreamcatchers blog?

4:46 PM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

yes...thats wendy...DC had captured when she had come over home as her little one adores Wendy...!!!

4:56 PM  
Anonymous chandni said...

hey, you have received an award on my blog. Please to be collecting :)

3:58 PM  
Blogger The Bride said...

Dogs are better than the rest of us aren't they?

8:19 PM  
Blogger The Bride said...

I have to say... I just knew Wemdy was a retriever from the way you described her.

8:21 PM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

@ the bride - well...just maybe....they don't play games do without holding back...affection with out wanting anything in return...don't know if I will ever want to have another doggie again...: (
...i guess the "orange" gave it away....:)

11:20 AM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

@ chandni - thank you...much appreciated...: )

11:20 AM  
Blogger I love Lucy said...

May peace be with Wendy.
It is always sad to lose a loved one.And pet dogs given that they are so affectionate and loving and caring...makes it very hard to cope with their loss.

1:46 AM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

@ lucy - thank you. Yup, the void they tend to leave, is quite a painful thing...!!!

11:15 AM  
Blogger Serendipity said...

I just realized your saggitarian too! :)

3:44 PM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

@ seren - hhmmnn..cusp i am told...saggi/scorpio...!!!

11:35 AM  
Blogger The Nomad said...

well, in that case you fall right in the middle of the two ladies ... Ser and me!:)

12:23 PM  
Blogger Serendipity said...

happy birthday!

2:47 PM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

@ nomad : what better better present than that....: )...hope your holiday is going good...and please write....been ages...

@ seren - thanks a ton...!!!
wish you guys would write/call..or atleast let me do that...oh and nice pictures you put up....!!!

6:49 PM  
Blogger The Nomad said...

Hey!!!Sorry about being late but wish you belated happy b'day. May you have a really nice year ahead filled with all you need and want and more :)

11:38 AM  
Blogger Dusty Fog said...

@nomad - thank you fair a present, am hoping you will write something new. I have been unable to do any writing...: (

11:52 AM  
Blogger VeenS said...

i had a doberman named Tuffy! he meant a lot to us and can ou believe he also used to growl when dad groared at mom!!
we miss her sooo very much!! i understand what it feels like!!

Wendy lived a blessed life, and you all are blessed to give her such a life and in return you had the priviledge to be loved by one more soul!

She is happy where ever she is and so is Tuffy!!

12:23 PM  
Blogger Morpheus said...

My beloved cocker spaniel died nearly 2 years ago..and I still miss her. Mum made the mistake of getting another one, after a year or so. I feel cheated..and in an obstinate way want not to love the new one...but he is his own way. You will always miss the one thats gone..part of the truth within love..

4:36 PM  
Blogger Gauri Gharpure said...

tht reminds me of Blackie.. she used to get all jealous when mummy took me close.. wud push me aside and take my place in ma's lap.. and how she sulked when scolded..

6:31 PM  
Blogger Aaarti said...

Aww, how sweet.. i know wat it means to lose a pet.. i've lost 2dogs... the 1st one,sheeba died when she was just 40days old and 2nd Boss, a sweet adorable boxer passed away after being with us for 10lovely years...

can u put up a pi, plsc???

btw,i came over from Chandni's blog~~~

10:38 AM  

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