After a long gap, here I am. What has happened all this while and what kept me so occupied !Well ,I became a mother, not for the first time though. I delivered my son in 2006.Then in 2017 I became a mother to two pretty princesses. But they were not twins. I got my second baby in June and third in December. I can see the bewildered looks on your faces and questions sprinting in your mind. Well to end the suspense, the year 2017 was special to me as I got my first two puppies .Both Desi/Indies .One adopted from an adoption camp and the second one picked up from the road by my eleven year old son.
I won't say that I was ready to be a doggo Mumma, it took me a few weeks to become one. It was done very reluctantly just to fulfill my son's wish to have a sibling and a companion. I could not deliver a human baby so he gave the solution of adopting a dog. To be honest it was just the beginning of a journey, just the tip of the iceberg. Typsy and Tusky became my daughters, I never had. Having pets and becoming devoted pet parent are different things. People buy breed pets, keep them tied and do not allow them into beds and living rooms are usual dog owners. Having dog indoors ,in living room, bed room, anywhere where I am is being pet parent. Do you keep your children isolated and chained?
Well, I know my beliefs can be argued upon. There is no Rule-Book. But even my thoughts have evolved. In the beginning I also kept my dogs tied but as the time progressed I learnt to keep them on loose.Now crates were there but not for full time.
In 2019, we rescued a malnourished puppy from the road, all his siblings had been killed and the mother had left this pup. Originally I had never thought I would adopt him, but the puppy literally adopted us. He was so small and weak that it was impossible to leave him on the streets again. Thus, Bahubali became part of our family. He is the most possessive one, especially for me.
In October 2020, a NGO worker informed me about an abandoned Pom-mix female, who was almost in trauma. I had planned to foster her but after picking her up we realized she was pregnant. The vet told me that within a fortnight, she will deliver the babies, but her trauma led to a pre-mature delivery. She delivered seven babies. I was as overjoyed as I would be on being a real grandma.
Now, began a series of losses and heartbreaks. First loss or death was of my sister's dog Sheero. Before I could recover from this loss, we lost another rescued pup 'Khushi' followed by forty five days old Tuffy and his sister and the first born of Mini, Joey, the doe eyed pup.. We gave them a heartfelt burial and continued our family's journey. One thing that I have realized and accepted is that one never recovers from death of a pet, especially a pet who is a family. Everyday or rather every moment that I spend with my fur-babies, I relive my pain of losing my babies as well as a haunting realization that most of them would be gone before I leave the world.
All this realization hasn't curbed or reduced my love for my babies.We again rescued a paralyzed Sheru from the drains but he was having Canine distemper and soon passed away. We have added a blind and rescued Toughie, who is actually the oldest and the baby Piku who has one paralyzed hind-leg. I, rather we have learned to love more and more. My son is very happy with his siblings and loves them more than anyone can and I take pride in being a doggo-mumma and a doggo grandma. Before I end, how can I forget my three stray babies who are under the threat of being killed at the hands of my neighbour. So most of the time they are with us. People say, the more, the merrier but I say, the more, more beautiful and loving it is. Bow bow,just wow.