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My cherished one.

           As I try to make a list of  things I cherish most in  my life, my eyes fall upon a furry bundle lying in the middle of the room. I gaze at it and realise how silly I could be! The most cherished thing is  right there in front of me, why do I need to mull over it so? The thing happens to be my pet dog -  my son, Chikoo - the most important part of my life since the past 12 plus years. I consider him to be my anchor, only after my mother.

         Chikoo and I, we've been  through every adventure one can think of. No, not the adventure you experience when travelling outdoors, but the one you  experience during your journey through life.  And, it was only because of his firm belief in love, that we came out of it unscathed. We have loads of memories between us which we treasure as much as the moments we have left with us. He's old, and his time to leave this plane for realms beyond will arrive any time  now - a few months, or a year; life is uncertain, you never know!  I like to believe I am ready for it; I am trying to act  phlegmatic. But, in reality, I am scared.
      For, what will I do, when the loneliness gets frightening and friends or family are unavailable to lend their support? How will I manage when life and her eccentricities overwhelm me, leaving me a nervous wreck? Who will give me a patient hearing and assent to my point of view, indulging the  fireball hidden within me?
       For me, Chikoo isn't an animal, but a loving soul who speaks with his eyes. He reads my mind like a book and reprimands me with a bark if he smells something fishy!  His silent reassurance which calms me instantly, his strength of character that teaches me so much, has helped me wade through the highs and lows of these eventful 12 years that we have been together. He actually feels like an extension of my entire being, and  living without him would feel like living a handicapped life.
       His faithful company, his unconditional love and silent support, his patience, understanding and acceptance of my volatile nature and his constant reassurance that our love will go on, is  all that has held me together. My only fear is, what if the tides of time wash away the memories  I cherish, leaving me with nothing to hold on to for the rest of my life?
       Who is your cherished one? Do share it with me.

* This is my post for the Cherished Blogfest 2016 . Do join in with your posts, too. You will love it! 



  1. Completely understand what you mean by feeling so loved and protected by him. Your love for him is evident in every post that you share about him. It's incredibly sweet and lovely. I can so well imagine what it must feel like to hold him as your cherished object. Love this.

  2. Aww, thank you so much, Shailaja! He is a very important part of my life!

  3. Such a sweet, heartfelt post about your precious Chikoo. He is indeed your most cherished. How hard it is for us to accept that we only get to have our pets' company for a short while. We must enjoy every moment with them as it goes by so quickly. Give Chikoo an extra pat from Aunt Cat in Canada. Hee is a sweetie and I can fully understand why you cherish him so much.


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