This post could not possibly be more coincidental. My topic? Do you have animals in your life? If yes,what do they mean to you. You find it here.
And yesterday my beloved Elsa turned three years old.
She is my heart,my soul. I’ve had her since was a puppy that fit in my lap and chewed up everything she could get her teeth on.
Like this. I’ve grown so attached to this little girl I can’t even put it in words. Anyone who’s ever had a dog or loves them knows that sense of complete satisfaction you get when they jump on you everyday when you return home,their insistence that your sole purpose in life is to hug them,play with them and cuddle up together. So what does she mean to me? She means unconditional,irrepressible,flawless love. I also used to have a cat.
I adopted him when he was a kitten small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. I remember when I first got him home and introduced him to Elsa,who was about a year old at the time. Yeah she learnt the hard way not to mess with a spitfire of a kitten. That scratch on her nose didn’t disappear for about a fortnight! But they learnt to live together. They used to cuddle up on Elsa’s bed during the meagre excuse for a winter we have here in Bombay.
Chips,however,decided that the domestic life was not for him,he left one day and didn’t come back. Not a day goes by when I don’t miss him. It’s been more than three months that he’s been gone.
So that’s that. I love my Elsa and Chips. They’re my family. That says it all I think.