A chance meeting with an old friend can simply brighten up your day, isn't it? Especially, if you haven't met that friend in years, and who, out of the blue, pops in front of you, recognises you and the love that overflows, is just like the good old days, when you were in constant touch! That is exactly what happened with me, today, when I was out for my morning walk with Chikoo.
As we were returning home, I was lost in my thoughts, when I happened to look up, and there, on the other side of the road, I saw a mongrel, who seemed very familiar, and who also was looking at us. And, just like that, it struck me that it was Chhoti, the stray dog who lived in our area once upon a time. I hesitantly called out to her, "Chhoti?" and it felt like something had exploded! She dashed across the road and ran to Chikoo, who had recognised her, too! The whining and yelping that followed, simply melted my heart. She was so excited, she didn't quite seem to make up her mind whether to greet Chikoo or me!
They just couldn't seem to get enough of each other, when she reached for me, cuddling up to me, all ready to get picked up by me. The love that poured from her eye -- she had lost the other one, which made for a pitiful sight -- made me want to hug her tight and never let her out of sight again! We must have been in that heap of love for not more than a few minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. The realisation, that she still remembered us, was heart- warming.
Chhoti used to live in our area long ago. I named her Chhoti because of her short stature. She refused to grow tall like her siblings! But, you know what they say about good things coming in tiny packages? Chhoti was an absolute sweetheart, who was the most well-behaved dog in our area. And, the most affectionate one, who was immensely friendly towards all those who reciprocated to her shower of love. But, one fine day, this little packet of love simply vanished. I tried looking for her, but in vain. I was broken hearted. And, so was Chikoo -- her centre of attention.
After a year or two, I ran into her when I had gone to another area, a little distance from my residence. She was with her brood of five adorable pups. And she instantly recognised me. But, as I didn't frequent that place often, I lost touch with her all over again. And then, today, out of the blue, there she was! She had put on some weight. Had just delivered pups, as was quite obvious, and had lost an eye. The poor soul. But, all that didn't seem to matter to her. That's how it is with these four-legged angels. They are least bothered about their handicap, or their pain, unlike us humans.
So, the warm meeting I had with my dear, old furry friend brightened up my day. I just couldn't get her out of my thoughts! I wish I had spent some more time with her, petting her, cuddling her, talking to her. She has the most adorable face, ever! She does not utter a word, but I know the amount of love she feels for me and Chikoo.
I wish we meet her again, during one of our walks. I will be elated and Chikoo will be thrilled to bits! I think we will meet her, for sure. Just one thing I rue -- I didn't remember to click her picture and capture the excitement on that pretty face on meeting her two long lost friends!