Coffee

Things that come into our life and the ones which are short lived, always leave an imprint that lasts for ever.The feeling to get to something which you love is always unex-plainable.If a man has a woman to love and a dog that is loyal and imparts unconditional love,his life is said to be complete. The completion was half way through in my life when I got “Coffee” months back.Coffee was given into my arms and it appeared like a sweet chocolate served in a basket.A basket full of love.If rain is considered to be a good omen,it was raining when I got him in my hand.Me and my friend had to run into the car to give him the best shade possible. He was driven from this shade to his shelter--my home.He liked each and every corner of it.He was running around in excitement.The only pain he couldn’t bare was the pain of hunger.Once his tummy was full he was all set for masti again.If one year of a dog is equivalent to 10 years of human,then I should say he found friends of his age when my nephews arrived. There was always confusion at home as the hungry brat always thrived for food. Me being a visitor at home, his growth was very much evident to me.Could see his tail getting longer, his arms and legs getting stronger and was getting more cosy for me to cuddle with him.He used to love digging his head into my lap.Could notice his mischief as mom started rasing the height of all objects which was tend to be destructed. The guy was all set to grow handsome and the most adorable dog that ever lived.
If a day marks the birth of a person and if that day comes after 27 years, then its gotta be special. It was my birthday and it was special to me. It was special as I would be home .It’s the day of expectations.You expect calls,sms,emails,scraps and to the wildest of the imagination you even expect a long lost love to give a ring. Thats the height of expectations on that day.You expect a pinch of success on anything and everything you do that day.The previous day I was travelling and finally got home early morning.Felt good to see my mom and was expecting the little wonder to come running on to me .But it didn’t happen.Sat with my mom for a while and enquired about coffee.She said that he had some indigestion problem and puked all night.A sense of negativity started building up.Every day is a fight between the lord of good and bad things.In my day ,the lord of bad things won the first battle.Coffee seemed to be exhausted but still kept wagging his ever growing tail.He came running and as usual was digging his head into my lap. There was no second thought but to call the doctor.Vets are considered to be the most blessed ones in the field of medicine.They can heal the pain of the ones that don’t know to express it.Eventhough he prescribed a medicine ,his condition was getting worse and I had to take him to the hospital.His condition was so worse that I had to carry him and put him inside the vehicle .His head was on my lap and I patted him with full confidence saying that hez gonna be alright as it’s my day.So finally I landed in a place known as Dog’s hospital .Keeping in mind the condition of Govt hospital for humans,its better not to explain the scene I saw there.Dogs were dogs at that place. Nothing more than that.The owners were considered to be helpers to Docs.I even heard a senior doctor saying to his junior that she should not touch a dog.No touch no pat no love.Its just consulting and prescribing medicines.My guy was too tired and he was made to lie down.To my luck the doc came and examined but no one was ready to talk with me.Thought myself as a bloody illiterate .The communication happend only when they wanted some medicine .Finally the junior doc came and as per the instruction from the senior she was not supposed to touch the dog.So she asked me to hold the dog tight.What can a 5 months old dog which cant even raise its head to rest on my lap do?He was given glucose through vein.Once the glucose was removed,he raised his head.The lord of good things won the next battle. Immediately after that I was asked to take him back home.They give him some antibiotics too.There was no discussion about his state, why it happend, what is to be done..nothing.The only thing they told me was that he will recover and I need to bring him again the next day.The positive signs given by them gave me a sense of victory by the lord of good things again.But he was not able to walk.I had to carry him.On the way back got the first sign of recovery ,when I saw him raise his hand and pat on mine and he had that wicked smile on his face.Felt so happy and thought that it was my day.After all its my birthday.When I reached home thought that he would jump out of the vehicle.But he didn’t.I made him stand on the floor,but he didn’t.The lord of bad things had his upper hand on me.He was made to lie down and I sat with him for a while. There was nothing much I could do but wait.It was 7 in the night and I had to call the doctor again.The doc was cool enough to say that the dog will recover.After dinner I again went and sat with him.There was not even a cry of pain from him.I could see him struggling to get some sleep.I could sense that the time has come for me to witness another loss in my life.The fear of losing creeped up in me.The B’day wishes kept coming and the last one arrived.The wish even said that this will be the last one and preferred to be it.The wishes kept me alive and gave me hope that its gonna be my day.The moment when we are about to lose something is painful .It is at this moment we curse our self for not spending much time with the loved ones.There were times when he used to wag his tail and showed at most love to come near me.Me being the busy brat ignored him and would always take him for granted. I gave him a pat on his head and went to bed.I knew that hez not gonna make it.The night was cool and raining again.Rains always gave me the feeling of goodness but this time it was just water being poured from the sky.I got him when it was raining and now am gonna lose him with the same omen.Good or bad ,don’t know.With all these thoughts in mind something struck me and I came to senses .It was early morning and it was time for me to go and check whether he made it. Just washed my face and opened the door to see him.His eyes were closed arms and legs stretched ,everything still.I lost him. A doctor was not required to confirm his death.He didn’t wag his tail ,he didn’t pat my hand with his,he was lifeless.The love was so unconditional ,as the pain still stays.I don’t believe in rebirth but this time I just felt like coffee is gonna be reborn and will live life king size.And it is this feeling which helps me deal with his loss. Love you coffee and wish you were still there with me.