I’ve never liked dogs. I mean what’s there to like? They are huge, hairy, smelly and worst of all, they BITE. I’ve seen many families who have dogs as pets and not only as pets but as their additional family members. This is one thing that I never understood. I would see them cuddling them, worrying for them, taking them to vets like their own kids. Why on earth would someone like to do that for a DOG??????? Aren’t we already over flowing with tensions of our own?
Then I met him. “Lazor”. He was huge, no doubts about that, hairy.. yeah and smelly..well.. sometimes. I was scared of him at first; actually, petrified is the word. He had fire in his eyes and every time I went to his house he used to come running towards me like a hungry lion running towards his prey. Only when I was assured that he is behind a firmly bolted door would I step into the house. Even then, he would keep barking and scratching at the door asking (read: demanding) to be let out.
And one fine day, we decided to be friends. Don’t ask me how it happened; I’m just glad it did. Since that day, my trips to his house have been even more enjoyable. Even as I’m parking my scooter at their gate I can hear him barking and in a matter of minutes I would see him running towards me only I was not scared of it anymore. I would be waiting to embrace him and I was allowed entry only after his sniffing and my patting sessions were over. Inside the house, he would linger around me seeking attention and once I was comfortably seated he would quietly come and keep his head on my lap.
I don’t know when it happened but I fell in love with him. I would talk to him, pat him, hug him (yeah.. that same old hairy creature). My heart went out to him. Infact, the first thing that I cooked in their kitchen was his lunch. He made me feel special(much more than his master), especially when I came with my friends and he choose to come to me over them and I used to love him even more for that.
He is no more today. To be honest I still don’t believe that he won’t be there when I go to that house again. I push away that thought as soon as it comes. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. As for now, I just miss him but I’m sure he is there somewhere, making some other family happy.
Rest in Peace Lazor.. Love you!!
