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R.I.P. Little Girl | Flash Post 359

R.I.P. Little Girl | Flash Post 359

Times such as these are extremely agonising and humbling, Button. Agonising because she was a tiny little girl whose life got snuffed out maybe a bit too early. All she did was bring joy to the lives she touched along her journey on this planet. She never bit anyone, never harmed anyone and was one of the most docile of dogs I have encountered. Humbling because no matter who you are and how wealthy you are, when death knocks, you have to leave everything behind and go gentle into the deep night.

But, such is life. Such is the nature of the game where death is either a sequel or prequel to life and nobody and nothing can take away from it.

Should we tell our readers a little about her? I think they ought to know!

You must.

Barididi was shooting for a film in Ooty 13 years back when she heard some monkeys chattering away on the trees underneath whose shade she sat. She suddenly felt something fall into her lap and looking down, saw a tiny puppy staring at her through crinkled eyes because they had not opened fully. She must have been all of two weeks old and not a day more and the love between the two was instant and she came to live with us as one more member of our family.

She was so pretty. That rich chocolate-brown colour of her fur was just too beautiful and those piercing eyes were the kindest you would find. Nature-wise, she was a splitting image of her mother: She was prim and proper, ladylike in her mannerisms, demanding, stubborn, choosy and with a mind of her own.

Even after she contracted an illness and even after not having eaten a morsel for days, she would still get down from her bed and proudly walk to the terrace to relieve herself. She was too proud to accept defeat in the clutches of death and fought till the very last minute. The doctors treating her adored her so much that they did everything in their capacity to make her well again but that was not to be. Her last came as silently as she had crept into our lives transforming it in many ways. Rest in peace little one. We’ll meet again.

Rest in peace.

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