Memories have a crazy and almost sad way of surfacing. Last Sunday, I remembered, downloaded and revisited a chapter from my CBSE class XI book called “God Is Near” (Chapter 12 of “It Shouldn’t happen to a Vet” by James Herriot). I now realize you can’t find closure in books for the loss of such a loved/loving pet.
Binny who became an integral part of our family put up a fight to stay alive and finally gave up on Thursday. I reached today morning to my home filled with his absence. And it doesn’t quite feel the same. In his short span of 2.5 years he has managed to bring so much joy and smile to us that with time I would be able to only remember such beautiful memories. Now is a different scenario.
I would miss him dearly and that is an understatement. We all would. He is irreplaceable when it comes to his antics, his intelligence and unconditional devotion and love. This is in loving memory of such a great friend and almost a family member.
"They say animals have no souls.""Who says.""Oh, I've read it and I know a lot of religious people believe it.""Well I don't believe it." I patted the hand which still grasped mine. "If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans. You've nothing to worry about there.""Oh, I hope you're right. Sometimes I lie at night thinking about it.""I know I'm right, Miss Stubbs, and don't you argue with me. They teach us vets all about animals' souls."
From It Shouldn't Happen to a Vet
Hell he even managed to get a mention in most of my blogs since his arrival. I guess a ‘dog’s life’ is desirable after all :(
