This was a long pending post. I really was confused whether to not to write about this. But today as I was going through my old posts, came across this. I just read it and tears filled my eyes. I have to share this.
Our Mittu is no more. He passed away on the 23rd of December, 2013. It was totally unexpected and a big shock to all of us. Just like any other day, he was at our home in Kerala, when he was attacked by a cat. He fell down and hearing the noise, my parents rushed to the spot. The cat sped away. Mittu seemed fine. There were no bruises to be seen or any bloodshed. But he seemed to have a problem with his legs. He was not able to grasp onto anything firmly. On closer examination, my parents found a small hole or wound on his neck and few feathers missing. They did some home remedies, took him to the vet and also gave him some medicines.
I was in Bangalore and dad informed me. We all kept hope thinking he still had lots more of years to be with us. But we were wrong. He was drawing into himself and was getting more and more drowsy and finally by evening the last grain of life in him was also gone.
It was one of the first experiences in our life of losing a pet and probably the last one too. We never had any pets other than our sweet Mittu. It was unbearable for all of us. My dad dug a small pit in our compound and laid his body to rest there.
Its been almost 2 months since this happened and even now not a single day passes without he being remembered. He was a sweetheart. He was with us for 10 years and it was not enough for us. Still we dream of him often. Slightest sounds make us think he is around. And the of his favorites bring his memory fresh into us.
We just miss him every now and then.
Our Mittu is no more. He passed away on the 23rd of December, 2013. It was totally unexpected and a big shock to all of us. Just like any other day, he was at our home in Kerala, when he was attacked by a cat. He fell down and hearing the noise, my parents rushed to the spot. The cat sped away. Mittu seemed fine. There were no bruises to be seen or any bloodshed. But he seemed to have a problem with his legs. He was not able to grasp onto anything firmly. On closer examination, my parents found a small hole or wound on his neck and few feathers missing. They did some home remedies, took him to the vet and also gave him some medicines.
I was in Bangalore and dad informed me. We all kept hope thinking he still had lots more of years to be with us. But we were wrong. He was drawing into himself and was getting more and more drowsy and finally by evening the last grain of life in him was also gone.
It was one of the first experiences in our life of losing a pet and probably the last one too. We never had any pets other than our sweet Mittu. It was unbearable for all of us. My dad dug a small pit in our compound and laid his body to rest there.
Its been almost 2 months since this happened and even now not a single day passes without he being remembered. He was a sweetheart. He was with us for 10 years and it was not enough for us. Still we dream of him often. Slightest sounds make us think he is around. And the of his favorites bring his memory fresh into us.
We just miss him every now and then.
In all his glory
2 comments:
I know the feeling. Hang in there, and the feeling of missing him, i am going to be honest here, it will never pass.
But happy memories will stay on forever.
Hugs.
Thanks Kavitha :-( Now I understand how difficult it would have been for you.
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