Our dearest Dippy

This weekend we lost our oldest and dearest pet Dippy. He was 11 years old and was one of the most loving, caring & gentle creatures anyone can find. I can’t believe that he is gone. I can’t come to terms with not having seen him one last time, not being there when he needed me, not being able to kiss him goodbye, not having been able to give him a personal sendoff, although my dear parents gave him everything. He was my life as long as I was in India; I named him “Dipstick” (because his tail looked like one) which became Dippy, Dipsy etc., ; I walked him every morning, bathed him, played with him and thought of him during the day in college many times. All my friends knew him at least from my stories and I know will mourn with me today for the loss. Many of the other friends I made were because of him, during our many morning walks in the beach. He kept me active, inspired and he was the first pet who managed to come home and stayed for the next 11 years! How many memories, our sweet Dippy has given us! For all of those our family is eternally grateful to him. Today he lays buried respectfully in our farmland and my mother firmly believes he will protect us still there.

My darling Dippy, I still can’t believe that you won’t come bouncing with joy next time I come home; that I won’t be able to stroke your soft beautiful hair……rest in peace my love. You were, are and will always be much loved and your memories cherished. You made our lives complete. Love you always.

Dreams

I wanted to teach you so much.
I also wanted to learn so much from you.
I wanted to mould you into a great human being, a great lady, a lovely person.
I also wanted to be your friend, enemy and soul mate.
I wanted to be very strict with you in terms of disciplining you.
I also wanted to spoil you rotten with my love.
I wanted to never say ‘you can’t do it’.
I also wanted to shield you from all the disappointment that your actions might bring you.
I wanted you to learn to live a simple life within meager means.
I also wanted to provide the world to you.
I wanted you to have numerous friends with whom you have plenty of fun.
I also wanted you to myself for a while everyday.
I wanted you to love animals, and do everything in your power to help them throughout your life.
I also wanted to protect you from the pain the world of people will give you with their careless attitude towards other living creatures.
There are a million other things I wanted to give you.
Maybe God was confused with my conflicting dreams, because he never gave me the chance to have you!

Dedicated to Tejaswee mentioned in my previous post.
http://blabberblah.wordpress.com/2009/08/25/a-letter-to-the-future/

Irony

What is a good age to think about your unborn children? I guess we all start thinking somewhere in our teens. When I say 'we' I mean girls...the mind of men is something of a mystery to me yet! When you expect men to be mature they behave like 8 year olds and when you expect them to take it easy they are grandfatherly. It is always the extreme with no inbetween! Sigh!

Anyways, coming back to topic, I read a blog today of a girl, who has sadly passed on at about 18 years of age. She had a blog in which a year before she died, she has written a letter to her daughter. It was indeed very sad to read the dreams and ambitions of the girl who never became that mother. How many people die early with so many dreams and how many live on with no dreams!! Indeed the perfect example of irony.

This new year, my one goal is to become the original me, with a very active lifestyle, no laziness and aim to accomplish many goals, while wasting much less time. So far it has been great & motivating :)