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Fare thee well Hero

I am not obsessed with dogs.We have always had dogs at home and the best I can say about my relationshio with them is that we have a peaceful co-existance.I have never been the one to feed the dog,take it for walks or to bathe it.I tried keeping a small puppy during my Satbarwa stint but I had a tragic incident with it,while I was away from the campus,it died .
Hero was a series of dogs that came to stay with the family but it had a special eccentricity ,it used to dig it's teeth into stranger's ankles so it stayed with it's collar on most days.There were boys who needed a lot of nagging to look after the dog and it was my mother's prerogative to do the needful.
However the same cannot be said about two of my older siblings.When they are at home the dogs get shiny coats,clips on their hair and all the fancy stuff.The last time I actually enjoyed a dog was Timmy the foxy alsation who was a vision to watch when it ran across the field.Intelligent and a beautifully faithful dog which looked after my parents faithfully.
Hero fell into my plate without my knowing it.My sister was visitng from Australia and she made sure that a kennel was built for Hero right in front of our verandah so during my entire vacation while we lounged in the sun Hero would directly stare at our faces,suddenly I found myself feeding Hero everyday,I found myself making sure that his kennel was clean,he had had a bath.I even found myself talking to Hero often.He would give me soulful look if his food was late in coming slowly but surely unknowingly he had softly tread under my skin.Yesterday when my mother passed on the news of his demise I felt a dull ache in my heart.My cousin Monda has offered to get a puppy for my mother,bless her.My mother was a little apprehensive about keeping one but home would not be home without a dog so I do look forward to an addition in the brood but I will miss Hero.

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