Last year, I went down with a serious bout of typhoid. The first few weeks were extremely painful, what with the barrage of advise and “you should have”s. During this time, one constant fixture at our front door was Jiya, a little puppy born to my favourite and first pet—Shundari.

She was about four months old, and the sweetest and most lovable of all our dogs. Because of her mild nature, Jiya got pushed back by the others in all common activities. So she shunned them altogether. She preferred the company of humans who she knew was partial towards her. She adored our family, who she no doubt thought was her’s too.

She sat at our door for the two weeks that I was confined to the bed. Then, she was’t there anymore. Jiya had died very mysteriously. At first glance we didn’t even realize she was dead. We found her sitting against a wall in her favourite posture. Only this time, she was not responding.

Miraculously, that was the day my fever suddenly subsided. I still wonder whether her passing away had anything to do with my recovery, but then again that may just be the ramblings of someone who was too attached to her.

November 16th, 2006 will forever remain for me, a day of remembering Jiya… the most lovable pup I ever had.

Just thought I’d share this with you.

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