RIP Big Ears

RIP Big Ears

I never really did take any pictures of you. That's tragic.

So the dog died a couple hours shy of Christmas. He had been sick for the past few weeks, but we took him home from the vet as he seemed to be getting better. But apparently not.

Just before dinner time we got a call saying he was vomiting blood and was pretty sick so the father went over to check on him and clean him up. We figured he'd at least make it through the night. After the Christmas dinner ended we went over to Pohpoh's house to check on him and he was already dead by then.

Big Ears was named so because he had such pointy ears that kind of looked like Dingo ears. I guess we were not very imaginative with names. I remember him coming into the PJ house compound on the eve of Deepavali because he was scared of the fireworks that were going of. He never did leave.

He wasn't one of those dogs that you cuddled up to in bed. He was one of those dogs that accompanied you when you went to the back to do laundry. The ones that sit by your feet and eventually become the your footrest because it's so conveniently placed.

He was always the dog that went out every mating season and got himself injured in the process. Then it was the same cycle every year of him coming back half dead and us nursing him back to life. There were a few close calls even.

But he was the dog that kept you safe.

It was nice having you around for those ten years, Big Ears.

Cheers. More later perhaps?