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Puppy Eyes

Don’t know why I sauntered to my living room window for a peek; call it intuition, if you please. There they were! Three balls of fur huddled and struggling over a bowl of food. Their unrestrained tails wagging at top speed. Yes, I’m talking about a litter of adorable puppies; two whites and a brown.

I write this, however, in memory of the other 3 babies who were lost to human negligence.

The security personnel of my building complex (bless them!) share an incredible human-animal bond with the strays in our locality, petting and feeding them biscuits. Street dogs particularly; cats are aloof, condescending and suspicious, albeit endearing in a mysterious way!

The management of the complex I live in doesn’t approve of harbouring strays. (Well, curses to them!) So, when the litter was born, our neighbours in the adjacent building took them in, to keep till they grow strong enough to take on the world.

I smile as I recall my first visit. 24 baby paws crawled up to me, licked my feet (that tickles!) and stared with beady eyes. In that moment, I realised I’d made six new friends; the best a person can have.

Choosing a favourite is practically impossible! The golden fellow was an over enthusiastic, exceptionally friendly one. The black-with-white-patches, was remarkably obedient; he’d just come and sit quietly by my side. On the other hand, the one with shiny black fur, turned out to be quite a little drama queen! Ignore him for a minute, and he would lay down flat on the ground, pretending to be sad. He’d then roll over, looking expectantly for a pat and treat.

Dogs have pretty, moist eyes. They attack poor, unsuspecting humans with weapons of innocence and cuteness. It’s unfair, I tell you! Those puppy eyes can melt the iciest of hearts.

Time constraints don’t permit me many visits. I was in the dark until the security guard informed me how the little black one was the first to succumb to an accident. A biker ran over him at mid night as he was crossing the road with his mother. I blanked out for a moment, numb. Mr. Black Beauty… No, this can’t be… But he was so small! He went on to explain how the other 2 babies met the same unfortunate fate; all in a matter of two consecutive weeks. My buddies! Mr. Patches and chubby Mr. Golden Bully; oh how I’ll miss them!

Such motorists should be fined, jailed and have their license revoked. Though laws are meant to protect defenceless creatures from the brunt of human recklessness, unfortunately nabbing these criminals is nearly impossible. The loss has left us all rattled.

They’re nearly 2 months old now and fast outgrowing their first home. Their protective mommy is training them to survive in the big bad world. Them return sometimes for a treat or two and I watch them from the vantage point of my first floor apartment. The yip-yaps and shrill calls enliven the atmosphere. They play games that resemble hide-and-seek, catch-and-catch and mock-wrestling; much like human children. While one prances, the other dawdles off with the empty bowl in its mouth.

They’re a delight to the senses. Simply looking at them can lift one’s spirits. I miss having them in the vicinity all the time. I also miss my other 3 tiny packets of love; R.I.P, my angels.



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