Friday, 26 April 2013
Friday, 15 February 2013
Who's gone (a)stray?
Walking with your pet in the neighbourhood mostly results in endless
observations - of mundane and strange activities - of people and animals.
In the recent past, a people-forsaken old male mongrel (Who I named
"Chakra" because of his endless wandering) came under my latest
observation. Chakra was the epitome of stray with disease spread all over his
body. Completely hairless, his ash/chocolate colour was replaced by pale ivory
patches that revealed deep infections. Still, he held his heart in his eyes –
that emoted beyond restrictions. In the last ten days of my watching, I noticed
that Chakra was walking less, panting more often and new sets of infection showed
up.
One day, I found Chakra lying near the over-flowing waste-bin. As I
briefly paused to observe him, I quickly gathered that he was gasping and did
not even open his eyes as many passers-by walked beside him. On making local
enquiry, I understood that Chakra had been ill for quite some days and was
starving himself. Disturbed with this information, I moved on. Later that
evening, I found him again lying in his own pool of drool. Determined albeit hoping
against hope I called Blue Cross. At the other end of the phone, a lady guaranteed
me that someone would attend to the dog as soon as possible. When I conveyed
emergency, she asked me to personally bring the dog to the Blue Cross hospital.
I confessed to fear of touching Chakra. I was coming to terms with my own
feelings – how we differentiate ours and no one’s....I succumbed to wait
endlessly for “The call”.
By the end of the fourth day when I did not receive the promised call– life moved on, but Chakra occupied the entirety of it. The time between the call and now - I saw him - lying in his drool pool; shivering feverishly; and on one occasion even limping past me. Never once in all this time did Chakra look me in the eye. I missed that direct contact. When I had run out of options and ideas I submitted my fears and dreams for Chakra to the Universe. The moment I let go – Divinity took over. It almost seemed like a reflex action. I got the call from Blue Cross!
Two days later, this morning, as my phone rang, I took the call with
mixed emotions. The name read “Blue Cross” and a voice
told me: The dog passed away yesterday. He had canine distemper as well as
other complications. As my throat choked and tears rolled down my cheeks, the
voice assured me of his calm passing. I am unaware of the connection that
Chakra and I might have had – but I am thankful that he had a peaceful death. And
now when I close my eyes – I see Chakra smiling at me – with his heart in his
eyes as usual, only this time looking directly into my eyes.
One day, I found Chakra lying near the over-flowing waste-bin. As I
briefly paused to observe him, I quickly gathered that he was gasping and did
not even open his eyes as many passers-by walked beside him. On making local
enquiry, I understood that Chakra had been ill for quite some days and was
starving himself. Disturbed with this information, I moved on. Later that
evening, I found him again lying in his own pool of drool. Determined albeit hoping
against hope I called Blue Cross. At the other end of the phone, a lady guaranteed
me that someone would attend to the dog as soon as possible. When I conveyed
emergency, she asked me to personally bring the dog to the Blue Cross hospital.
I confessed to fear of touching Chakra. I was coming to terms with my own
feelings – how we differentiate ours and no one’s....I succumbed to wait
endlessly for “The call”. By the end of the fourth day when I did not receive the promised call– life moved on, but Chakra occupied the entirety of it. The time between the call and now - I saw him - lying in his drool pool; shivering feverishly; and on one occasion even limping past me. Never once in all this time did Chakra look me in the eye. I missed that direct contact. When I had run out of options and ideas I submitted my fears and dreams for Chakra to the Universe. The moment I let go – Divinity took over. It almost seemed like a reflex action. I got the call from Blue Cross!
The guardian (and team) told me that they would reach in less than 15
minutes and that I should keep the dog ready for them to take away. I promised
to meet Team Blue Cross at the appointed time. But, where the hell was I to
find Chakra? He was a free-spirited being having no boundaries to limit his
movements. Letting go of any expectations – in a state of complete surrender I
searched the streets in the neighbourhood. I heaved a huge sigh of relief when
I spotted Chakra sleeping blissfully in a pile of sand. His legs were shivering
in his sleep and his wounds were raw and sore. Team Blue Cross arrived. Chakra
was caught unawares in his sleep and quickly packaged into the van. His thunderous
shrills brought the entire neighbourhood to a stand-still. My hands trembled
and tears gave away to my visibility as I signed the formalities. The van moved
out of sight as I bid a silent and emotional farewell.
Two days later, this morning, as my phone rang, I took the call with
mixed emotions. The name read “Blue Cross” and a voice
told me: The dog passed away yesterday. He had canine distemper as well as
other complications. As my throat choked and tears rolled down my cheeks, the
voice assured me of his calm passing. I am unaware of the connection that
Chakra and I might have had – but I am thankful that he had a peaceful death. And
now when I close my eyes – I see Chakra smiling at me – with his heart in his
eyes as usual, only this time looking directly into my eyes. 
