Back home while growing up, the relationship between people and dogs were different. In Kerela living in a independent house is quite common and so is having a dog. You have a dog who lives in kennel, guards your house, you feed him and occasionally hose him down and bath the dog with the red lifebuoy soap. That’s pretty much the story. I have grown up having a dog most of my childhood. My mom always tell this story of the dog we had “Nousy” who used to alert her well in advance of my arrival in cycle rickshaw back from school. The dogs constant barking was her queue to come and open the gate and take me inside. Back in college, me and my roommate ended up having a great dane without a tail.
All these dogs were really not my dog until Mandy happened. I was 23 and was trying to recover from something every 20 something goes through, a heartbreak. Mandy was almost 3 and her previous owners were relocating to another country and was looking to give her up for adoption. She really helped me redirect my focus from all of those things I was going through. We went on to accept each others quirks and craziness. She was this dog with a heart full of love and a big beautiful eyes. She pretty much was my partner in crime for anything and everything. Truth to be told it was she who adopted me and took care of me. I felt stronger and more confident as an individual with Mandy in my life. We both had a wonderful partnership for the last 10 odd years. And then she crossed the rainbow bridge last November. She had just celebrated her 13th birthday in October.
Her passing was difficult for me. I missed having a purpose to come back home, knowing now that there is no one waiting for me. I missed having a purpose to get up every morning, knowing that there was no one wanting to go on walks with me anymore. With all that said I was not ready for another dog, I was not sure if I will be able to have another dog like Mandy in my life. I was not prepared to accept a new dog in my life. I was not looking to adopt another dog.
And then just out of the blue Princess Cleopatra happened. Yes that’s her actual name given to her by her previous owners. She is a 8 year old, who has a very sweet personality. She is a cuddle demanding dog who loves go on long walks. Has a strong opinion on certain topics and loves to let her ears flap on long car rides. Mandy will always be a part of me, but now Princess and me will just add another chapter to this beautiful journey called life. And we will be sharing it with all of you here, in this very blog.