Sweet Somethingz

 All that running had made me tired, So I just put my head on my father's lap. He wasn't going to be left out of this. So he also put his head on my dad's lap. I had laughed and kissed him, utterly pleased my his jealousy.

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I don't remember when I first met him. I was very little. How little? Maybe a week old.

I was in my mom's arm fast asleep and for the first time in my life, I saw someone else as soon as I opened my eyes instead of my mom.

At first I was shocked and scared but soon started loving that face.

That's the face that could make me smile, any time, any day.

The cutest and the sweetest face.

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His name was Tiger and literally he was not my dog. He belonged to my Aunt, but I had an extremely strong bond with him. Maybe that was because I grew up with him. He was just a couple of Months older than me. When I was a little girl, I used to sit on him. I know that's bad, but I was really little. He never showed any signs of pain or anything.

My parents told me that I had even pulled his tail once but still he hadn't done anything. He usually put up with all my mischief. He was my FIRST and the BESTEST FRIEND I ever had. Even though he was my aunt's he spent a large amount of time in our house.

When I was like 7, my father used to conduct running race for me and Tigy every night. Bless his tiny-winy little heart cause he always, and I mean ALWAYS let me win. After all the running we both would go and sit next to my dad. He had become a part of our family. But soon my Aunt shifted her house. Which meant that Tigy would come to me only on weekends. It hurt both of us a lot. Yes, A dog has feelings. Probably much more than us humans.

I still remember that one time, when I was 9 and me and him had just finished a race. Obviously, he had let me win again. All that running had made me tired, so I just put my head on my father's lap. Tigy wasn't going to be left out of this. So he also put his head on my dad's lap. I had laughed and kissed him utterly pleased by his jealousy. 

After that day, he didn't come to our house for over a month. I was totally depressed. My parents didn't let me go to him as he wasn't well and needed complete rest which he wouldn't get if I was there. After another month, a call comes from my aunt and suddenly my mom and grandma got all dressed up and almost left the house, when I stopped them.

I didn't know where they were going, and they didn't usually leave me home alone. So I asked them where they were going. My mom said that Tigy isn't well and that they are going to see him. Hearing his name made me smile, but hearing the news made me sad. I begged them to take me with them. I promised that I wouldn't disturb him and make sure that he took rest.

Finally, after long persuasion they agreed and took me with them. When we reached the house, I was shocked to see so many people gathered there. I mean, I know he wasn't well but there is no need for so many people to come. That's when I saw him. He was sleeping on his favorite mattress. But, was he really sleeping?

I didn't know anything about death. I had only witnessed only person's death and that was my great-grand mothers. Moreover I was just 3 then. So basically, Tigy's death was the first one I actually witnessed. It blew me right out of my mind. I had gone upto him and had shook him real hard so that he could wake up. But, even I knew. I knew deep down inside my heart that he wouldn't wake up, he would never run with me again. He would never be there to attack anyone when they tried to hurt me. He wouldn't be there to please me with all his jealousy.

Before I knew it, I was actually crying my eyes out. Losing Tigy was more than losing just a best friend. It was like I lost a part of my life, part of my childhood that day. Finally I managed to get hold of myself so that I can ask what will happen to him. The reply was the same thing every grownup tells a child. "He has gone to be with god". Even though I was totally lost, I was happy that he was with God.

I'm old enough to know that what they said was just a fairy tale, but I still like to imagine that he is with god. Probably having a great after life. Made a new friend perhaps. After all Death is but the next great Adventure. 

The thing is, I can still feel him by my side everytime I take part in a running race. I feel him being all Jealous when I sleep on my dad's lap. I feel him being with me, IN MY HEART through all the moments of my life. Just with me. Supporting me and holding on to me. Giving me strength and making me strong. More than anything else, I feel him protecting me. I feel his love around me always.

A day doesn't pass by where I don't think of him. When I had all the time in this world, I used to go upto our house terrace, lie there and think of him. I had even named the Brightest star after him. Somedays I used to go up there just so that I could tell him how my day went. I used to talk and talk not bothering to notice that people will think of me as a mad person.

I still wish I could do that. But Life doesn't go as we wish right? So instead of going up every night and talk to him, I just lie in my bed, and think about THAT LAST NIGHT we spent together. That awesome night, when he had made me laugh out loud because of his jealousy. THAT LAST NIGHT when I won the race for the 1000th time. THAT LAST NIGHT when him and my dad were the only things I needed in this world. THAT LAST NIGHT when I was whole. THAT LAST NIGHT of bliss and total happiness. Just THAT LAST NIGHT.