Fury Kid

I was adopted when I was 90 days old. Out of all my siblings I was the youngest and the most naughtiest one, also the prettiest. None choose me because of my mischievous behavior and I was happy being with my mother receiving her full attention. 

A young girl with short hair and slimy figure came to our home and carried me in her tiny hands. She liked me the very first minute I bit her wooden bangles and I was packed in a plastic box containing holes in it. She kept the box on her petrol tank and drove slowly, and once we reached home, she gave me a bubble bath. 

Her home was well spaced and rectangular in shape, the living area had several pillars in between, a big fish tank occupied one corner and another corner was filled with books and she had a lot of wooden furniture with cushions on it. I saw the shoe stand outside and made a mental note to bite them, when she is not around. For the first time, I tasted ragi-malt and it tasted delicious. She feed me using the syringe and sometimes with her hands with mehandi on it. 

As days passed by I started liking her. She was kind and compassionate and always spoke to me in a language which I was picking up slowly, maybe I can say I am in the basic level! Her bedroom had one king size teak bed placed near the wall with piles of warm bed-sheets arranged on it. She made me sleep in the middle and protected me from falling down. Whenever she got up early, she arranged pillows on the corners of the bed and closed the curtains.

She understood my strengths and weakness yet she has never underestimated me. Everyone who visits our home tells me that they have heard about me a lot from her and I rejoice in delight.

But, everything changed when I got a boil near my bum area and she seemed worried. Her smile faded and she didn't touch her laptop anymore. When my vet told that it's a tumor, her eyes got drenched. She carried me slowly and placed on her bike. She didn't start her bike or spoke but remained silent.

Today after my morning yoga and walk, she bathed me in lukewarm water and took me on her bike. I thought it was a road trip but the the sound which came from engine made me feel like something is fishy. We reached a red colored, old fashioned building with many animal painting sketched on it. 

Is she going to leave me here, I thought.

But I heard her asking for the token.

Like me many pets were there, few had a collar belt around their neck whereas others had a mouth cap. Few were terribly bandaged whereas the rest stinked. 

I looked around for signs and understood it's a veterinary hospital for us (pet animals). 

I wanted to tour the hospital, hence troubled her to take me for a walk and she did. Once in a while, she was introducing me as Krish, a male pug, seven years old and was asking for their names.

When we returned the attenders gave us the token and asked us to wait. Meanwhile, i tried making friendship with other animals, but she told me to stay quiet.

When our token number was called, she hurried and when we found the queue seems to be long, she asked few to move and we moved across them and accidentally I stamped a Doberman's foot and he started barking at me. 

She got scared and was searching for me and one of the pet parent said her that I am behind her. Seeing me safe, she smiled!

Alas, she smiled at last. She looked beautiful in her t-shirt and worn out jean which I have bit near the edges.

She told about my health condition and we got into an another ward exclusively for small fur animals.

The vet looked smart and he asked her to check my weight. I didn't move. I can't walk again, the last time the doctor found me overweight advised her to take me for walks three times a day and she took my life out. I am not going to move a step anymore, I said to myself.

She carried me in one hand like her thumbells and stood on the weighing machine. It showed 61.380 and then she let me down. It again showed 50.380 and she found my weight. 

Incroyable.

She then placed me on the table and the vet told he needs samples of blood from my short legs and bulged tumor. 

She agreed and she said herself to stay strong.

She asked him innocently, "why can't you take the blood from his body?"

"You donate your blood from your hands, isn't . It's similar," he explained.

I barked at him because she asked in care and he replied with attitude.

He injected a sharp needle on my forelegs and blood didn't come. He ordered me to hold me tight and she did but in pain I moved. 

Then one more vet came to help him out and showed her the way to hold me tight. She listened and did it perfectly. 

When they once again injected the needle, she prayed it shouldn't pain for Krish, it shouldn't pain for Krish and her eyes were teary. I didn't move, I laid my chin on the table and saw her love through her black colored eyes and pink lips. 

"It's done, do come on Monday and we can decide the date for surgery," he said.

She let me down and we walked together outside. When we moved out, her face illuminated in the morning sunlight and she searched for water to quench my thirst.

"You're a brave boy Krish," she said kissing on my forehead and I sneezed.

Hutch!

"Hari Krishna."

"Hey pug dog," a small kid said and came running.

"You have many fans baby," she complimented and kick started her royal Enfield bike. 

Me sitting on the front and she protecting me on both the sides made me feel proud.

I am not only in safe hands but the only child of a best mother, I thought and laid my head down and immediately she stopped her bike just to check if dust has entered my eyes and I lick her face with my wet tongue making her tickle. 

That night, when we sat on the floor to have our dinner. She had a empty notebook with few paintbrushes and paint nearby. 

Her palate had many colors and I stamp on it and and walk past her notebook.

"Krish, this is perfect," she shouted.

My paws were in her notebook and she wrote,

Love is four legged word and painted sketched a t-shirt around it saying:

No outfit is perfect without a dog's fur.

I jumped on her and we cuddled!

I wasn't happy when she separated me from my mother but later understood I deserve better. She is my world now!

Thanks for coming into my life.

With Love,

Your fury kid,

Krish - symbol of love and sheer innocence as you say it!