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Just Keep Running!

I step outside
Soak in the afternoon sun
Call out your name
You turn to look
And then start running to me
I hold you tight
Cry my heart out in your fur
Hug you and share with you
All the stories and the hurt
You are attentive
You understand my pain
You listen to me, as always
The terrible things I tell you about
The weird thoughts that I carry around
The fights, the misunderstandings,
The fears, the anguish
I tell you all, but you judge me not

You silently wink that it’ll be alright
As I weep softly with dry tears on my face
We both lay down on the floor,
You on your tummy, me on my back
But huddled together like there’s no room
You were, are and always will be
The best support system of my life.

Yes, it’s been years since we last met,
It’s been some years since you left the planet
But I hope you’re happy, wherever you are
I hope you have a big and wide open ground there
And nobody to stop you, from running around
Because, wasn’t that always your dream?
To run, run, eat and run?

You showed me, no matter what happens
We should never stop running
Feel the pain and double the pace
You were magic, the brightest light in my life
I miss you, but wait, don’t you worry
For I’ll always remember the good old days
To inspire me to run again
And not lay gasping for your presence
For it will only weaken my soul

I’ll run again, I’ll live your dream
And thus I’ll make it up to you
To the days that we’ve lost
To the times that we could have met, but didn’t.

I love you, Sweety.

Note: Here’s another poem dedicated to my dog, Sweety who passed away around 5 years ago.

– Suri

Missing.. 

I want you to sit besides me today.

I want you to pat my back and tell me to get up, to dust off the sorrow, to make way for light.

I want it to be like it was, in those days, just you and me, together forever. But of course, forever is a lie.

I want to tell you all those stories that you’ve missed out on.

I want to share with you anything and everything.

I want to relive the past with you.

I want to see you, to touch you, to feel your body rub against mine.

I want to play with you again, like we did then. Then. It feels so long and gone now.

Perhaps, now should’ve been a beginning to a new life, a new era. But I just can’t feel it.

All I want is to feel comforted by your presence. I want to wrap myself up in your fur once again. 

I’ve always resented change and you know it so well. I can’t handle change. And the change wasn’t even normal. It was large. It was EXTRAVAGANT!!

Yes, it was my fault to not be by your side when you needed me the most. But baby, I’m sorry, can you forgive me for that? It’s too much to ask for, but I know that you’ve got a very big heart. An heart unlike mine. So much unlike mine, my dear.

I want to see you again…..
– Suri 

Note: This piece of writing is about my dog who passed away a few years back.

Dreams & Memories.

Those times, when you enter in my dreams

Looking ever so young, lively and whole,

The picture of you that I had, is floating around, somewhere in the realms..

Looking through your eyes into mine, you were, with your lovely and watchful soul.

Felt as though I have found you again

As if you have returned; or rather, it was me….

For all I know, I left you alone in vain,

It should have been ‘we’, instead of just ‘me’..

The love in your eyes spoke an ineffable language,

That indicated a desire to be reunited back,

But how shall I go against the forces of nature;

And bring you back from the angels of Heaven?

– Suri

Note: This is my second attempt at poetry. I’ve written this as a dedication to my dog Sweety, who is no more with me. Please share your views regarding this and let me know how to improve my poetry skills. Thank you for reading. *wink*

Sniffing. Chewing. Ripping. Chaos.

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Puppies can be are messy sometimes ALL the time. I wonder why doesn’t the English Thesaurus declare a ‘puppy’ to be synonymous to ‘chaos’. Moving in and around the house, destroying one thing or the other. I’m not saying it’s any of their fault. They are just curious. Curious like a human child. Curious about the surroundings, about their new home, new place, new people, new world! There’s absolutely nothing wrong being curious. *wink*

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Well I don’t know about others, but for the first entire year, Sweety demanded a lot of attention, care, response and always at least one person behind her all the time. If not, then an hour later you may find your costly, favourite footwear impeccably chewed by none other than the sweet, cuddly (and the mischievous) pup – Sweety! And yes, she wouldn’t even get any scolding from anyone!! Why, you ask? Oh c’mon, the answer is so very obvious. Why would you ever scold a pup with eyes as shiny as the stars, it’s tilted face as innocent as a newborn, ears as if they have acknowledged their mistake, sitting under a table or a far corner in the room?

I consider myself an extremely lucky person. Not only because I had a dog, but also because I ‘grew‘ with one!! I was about 5 year old when we got Sweety. She was 2 months old then. Both of us had no experience at all with the outside, or in other terms the real world. Both of us were very immature. It was about time that we start this journey of life. Together. Thus, we started discovering together. We were like two naughty kids at our house. WE RULED THE WORLD. Which in other words, simply meant: we assume that we ruled our territory, i.e. our house; and that every other human being was bound to listen to our orders. Of  course, this was just an illusion and would be wiped away instantly (but only momentarily) by my our (we considered each other to be sisters) mom, when she would scold us for anything that was beyond her understanding. Oh dear, how would she know that playing in the mud was so peaceful! But alas, she would just rant about how unhealthy it was for a child like me to play out there in the mud without an adult supervision. What if I swallow the dirt? All this was beyond my and Sweety’s understanding then. We would just look into each others’ eyes, as though planning for another mischief. We were as good as Partners In Crime. ^_^


Guys and gals!! The photos that I have posted here, are only for reference purpose. The source is Google. These pictures are not Sweety’s.


Well well… I know I had planned a post on Dog Days for every other Saturday. But the thing is, I was reconsidering my decision for this page. Like, would it really prove to be helpful? Would it really help me to finally move on after her death? Or would the nostalgic memories encroach upon me more and more and hence wipe me away from my physical self? Folks, I really need your views upon this. Thank you.


For a link to this page/tab, refer to Dog Days

For an introduction to this page, kindly refer to the post Dog Days dated: 25th May 2015.

For the previous post in this category, refer to the post Sweety’s Day One At Our House dated: 6th June 2015.

– Suri

Inner Peace. Without Dogs, Huh? Naaah!!

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Sometimes I wonder what would it be like to spend my weekends on clouds. Away from humdrums, away from people, from responsibilities, from the monotonous struggles of our daily life and away from drama. Then a thought strikes me- “Oh no. There are no dogs up there! Ugghh! Plan cancel.” *wink*

– Suri

Sweety’s Day One At Our House

Mid-March, 2002.

Around 8 p.m.

*Knock-knock*

“Moommmy..!! Somebody just knocked the door.”

“Oh, okay. Let me see, who is it…” – said my mom.

The door is opened.

Mom is at the door.

I’m peeping out from inside the house.

TaaDaaaa!! *SURPRISE*

On the other side of the door, stands a man – my dad’s friend – with a cane basket!!

So what?, you may ask. What’s so special about a ‘basket’?

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The basket looked somewhat like this

The actual surprise is what lies inside the basket! Two jet-black puppies!!! German Shepherds, both of them (this I learnt later). You kidding? NO!! My mom and that man were engaged in some conversation. I was oblivious. The conversation could not be interpreted by me. Reason being: My entire Cerebrum and the Occipital lobe was focused on only one thing – The two black Canines in the cane basket!!

The next moment, before I knew it, one of them was set out, outside the basket. Run! Run!! Ruuunnnn!!! (This is what my subconscious mind was telling me to do). And so I did. I ran as fast as I could, with an enormous and huge (for a 5 year old me, of course) less than a foot* pup, tailing behind.

What if it pounces upon me? What if it uses it’s sharp, fierce and dangerous claws and rips my flesh off??! How do I escape from this huge giant?? – Were my thoughts then. Ah, Silly me!

Finally after a loooonng 10 seconds run, I had managed to climb up on a tall hill, which proved to be a life-saving deal.

Translation of the above sentence: I climbed on our bed in the bedroom. The bed was around 2 feet** high, the little, less fortunate pup (who was later named Sweety) couldn’t climb it. Thus, ended our race. Or maybe, just started? Of course. So many more adventures to come.

P.S.: Oh no. I forgot. You might be wondering who the other puppy was, along with Sweety, in the basket, right? Well well.. He was named Sheru. A male German Shepherd, and was adopted by the man who brought in Sweety and Sheru in our house, on the first day. Lovely, isn’t it? 🙂


* foot – 1 foot = 12 inches = 30.48 cm

** feet – plural for foot.


This is the earliest memory that I have of Sweety. Do you people remember the very first day with your dogs? If yes, then do not hesitate, type away and let us all hear about your wonderful stories!! *wink*

For reference to the previous post in this category, check-out – “Dog Days” dated: 25th May ’15 or click here.

– Suri

Dog Days!

Hello folks!

Today, I’m about to add a new page/tab to my site called “Dog Days”. On this page, I shall be sharing stories of my dog, Sweety (who, unfortunately, had departed from me some two years back). So, it’s going to be kind of an homage to her, as well as reminiscence of those good old days. Like, arousing the feelings of nostalgia! :’)

I usually don’t speak about her to anybody. Reason being, the thoughts then start nagging me. And they ask for complete and constant attention. Thoughts about, how wonderful were my days with her and all. Initially, it all goes well. But then, the thoughts that she’s no more with me, pulls me down. To the extent that it leaves me with no enthusiasm to participate in life and in day to day activities. I’ve spoken about her (Sweety) only to a couple of my close friends. So other than that, it’ll be the first time that I’m going to talk upon this so openly and will try to break-free from the small part of the shell that is covering me. I’m sure, it’s gonna be a heavenly experience, along with such awesome followers as you guys! Looking forward to it! 🙂 Starting next week, I’ll be posting here every other Saturday. Hope you’ll enjoy it!

Here’s her picture:

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Hope you guys will hang on till the end. I take this moment to Thank You all for the support that you’ve been showing me till date! Thanks a ton! 🙂

P.S.: The idea of coming up with the title, “Dog Days” is entirely a coincidence to the fact that these are indeed dog days! 😛 (For those unaware of this term, dog days refers to the hottest days of summer of the year). Here, in the coastal regions of India, it feels as though I myself am actually frying in a pan!!

– Suri

Love from a dog! <3

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[Image source: Facebook]

Dogs love us unconditionally.
You may find it hard to trust people; but with dogs, you don’t even have to think twice before entrusting them with your deepest secrets!
That’s the beauty of their souls. Their love. Their unconditional love.
If you haven’t yet experienced the love of a dog, then, I must say, you still have got no idea what “TRUE” love feels like..!
It’s a feeling that can never be explained. It’s truly heavenly!! *_* ❤

– Suri