This is my dog of ten years.
I got her when she was 1 years old.
I was an 8 year old loner with no friends.
I begged my parents to get a dog.
To get her.
She just turned 11 years old.
She is a yellow lab.
She is a little bit more beautiful than the regular yellow labs.
She has a little bit of special in her. (perhaps I am a bit biased.)
She has rich tones of gold colouring, that make her stand out amongst her fellow breed of brothers.
Her name is Didi.
In Hindi; Didi means sister.
She is my sister.
She has a tumour on her spleen.
She doesn't complain.
She doesn't cry.
She's quiet; and takes the pain, and loss of life, like a lady.
She ventures on my adventures and hikes up the winding back roads of the country.
She holds back tears, and winces of pain in her eyes.
All to keep me happy.
Her spirits were low; but her love for family, companionship and life were so very evident.
Is it sad that my dog surpasses kindness shown in the human race?
I found out yesterday. (that she had a tumour)
She is dead now.
And she died yesterday.
I hope to be just like my dog.
Hows that for a role model.
Of course i don't want that bastard cancer.
But I do want, my love for family, others and life, to be so evident that all else fades to grey.