When Calvin — my first pet — was 10, my parents told me that they wouldn’t want to raise another dog after him. But, just a few months after their declaration, I rescued Boo. (Her rescue-story is interesting. I will save that for another post.)
I fostered her for a while, but nobody wanted to adopt her, because she’s a mongrel. So, I accepted to become a foster-failure. 🙂 She became my second furry friend. My parents were not too happy about the decision I made that day. But, they didn’t complain nevertheless.
My Calvin passed away last year. He was 12. We chose to let him go on the table, as he was diagnosed with an inoperable tumour in his abdomen. My tribute to Calvin is here.
While I coped with the loss fairly quickly, my parents were crestfallen. It’s been about five months since Calvin left, but they keep talking about him, they keep laughing reminiscing about his antics, and thankfully, my mother, whom we thought would take a lot of time to recover, is not grieving anymore.
Although I know what helped my parents to gather their broken heart, I waited for them to recognise the saviour. And, my mother did thank Boo a few weeks ago. As she was scratching Boo’s ears, and kissing her forehead, she told me, “I see Calvin in Boo every day…” I couldn’t stop smiling.
“If not for Boo, our lives would have been gray,” she observed.
My heart was warmed. 🙂 ❤
Boo sleeps in my room every night. However, my parents take her out before I wake up. They play with her, throw her toys 923 times every day for her to fetch, offer her bananas and buttermilk (her favourite treats), and keep massaging her chest and spend countless number of hours rubbing her belly. 😀
Calvin was special; his character was unique. (Each animal is unique.) No other dog can fit into our memories of our first furry friend. But, I always thought that his loss shouldn’t empty us of love that can keep growing. This is what I wrote on the day when Calvin left:
After we buried Calvin, my mother told me that we shouldn’t adopt another dog after Boo. But, I told myself that I am not going to stop practising what Calvin taught me — to adore animals, and to share my roof with them. Calvin might have taken a piece of my heart, creating a permanent dent. But in other ways, he seemed to have created more room in my heart to carry more animals. ❤
How grateful we are to Calvin, and Boo! 🙂
And now, with all my heart, I hope that we will choose to raise another furry animal. In good time.