How does one write only a few words when you have an entire lifetime squeezed into 7 years? A few days ago, the love of my life, my darling boy – Onyx crossed the rainbow bridge into doggie heaven. Without a sound, without a fuss, my angel left this mortal plane. Letting him go was the hardest thing I have ever done. This considering that I am no stranger to loss.
There will no longer be dog hair on my clothes when I go for work, nor big brown eyes following my every move around the house. I will not be greeted at the door with a wagging tail nor wake up to the smell of dog breath. Perhaps the thing that I will miss the most will be the pitter-patter of his little paws.
He entered my life with too-big paws, bat-like ears and the sweetest little face. My fondest memory (and I have so many to share) is the first time I gave him a bath. Till date I’m quite convinced that my pookie had no idea that he could swim. If you’ve ever given a German Shepherd a bath, you’ll know that it takes nearly a century to get them completely wet, while working up a good lather on them completes your workout for the entire week and by the time you’re done, you smell like a wet dog and he resembles a porcupine.
The most gentle soul alive and like most big boys, he had only one vice- eating. It didn’t matter whether what he ate was vegetarian or non-vegetarian, cooked or uncooked, fruits or vegetables. If it came out of the kitchen, it was meant to be eaten; with us constantly reminding him, “ Wexy round is not a shape!” But did that stop him? Nah!
Every night, after dinner, he would go for a walk and every night there would be something new in the house. Sometimes a lost helmet, a plastic bottle or even a coconut. Everyday would be an adventure with him; whether we were stopping to smell the flowers, chase pigeons or identifying the array of noises and odors that came along with him. It was quite a ride, one that I didn’t want to end. But like we say, in the end it is the innocent and the pure hearted that are punished.