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21st November, 2017

Perhaps this blog is the most emotional for me to write. At first, I thought it wasn't correct to mention it. But then it clicked into my mind that someone out there must know that I had a dog, named Bozo, and he was a great soul.

(CALL THIS ONE A DIARY THINGY)

Right now, it is 6:30 p.m. Today, Bozo was declared dead, at 11:35 a.m. At that time, I was in my school, enjoying, trusting that he was okay, because the night before, bozo started crying very loud as if almost seeking help.

Bozo. At five-ish in the evening on 6th July, my dad got me a surprise. This little ball of fur, my Lhasa apso, bozo, looked at me with glittering eyes. I was little back then. Everyday I used to go to the park to play with my friends. But not that day.
That day, I told my dad that I wouldn't go to play with them. I would play with Bozo.

The snow cream with white and black mixture of colours. That little puppy was the best thing I ever had, and will ever have. On that evening, we enjoyed like anything. He only had one toy, a yellow goofy, with the whistle blowing every time someone pressed it. Bozo was annoyed with that sound and always bit the toy with enjoyment.

He was 11 years old. My dad, who was always strict with him, discipling him, loved him in a way no one did. Bozo was always scared of my dad. But my dad loved him a lot.  He had a great life. a great life for over more than a decade. He was my only audience while I played my piano.

Bozo was a loyal dog. I didn't know the meaning of loyal before today. Bozo, according to the doctor, was supposed to be dead a week ago. But he didn't. He lived.
Today, I was at school. The night before, Bozo was very sick. He was having congestion.
He never got close, intentionally, to my dad. But that night before, he went close to my dad, he kept his chin on my father's wrist and then both my dad and bozo slept together with contact. My dad, being a dad, was very concerned about Bozo. As soon as my father's hand moved away while he was asleep, he barked loudly. My dad got awake and didn't sleep for the rest of the night. In the morning, I  rubbed the top of Bozo's head, which I usually do before going to school, knowing that he would wait for me when I come back. He had a treatment session on 21st morning.

When I returned home, I saw my my mom waiting near the gate of the house for me. This was unusual for me as mom was a working lady. As soon as I stepped in, I asked her how Bozo's session went.
Her eyes watered and she just nodded her head with tears. I was shocked. I still am. I was thrown back to things and fondest of memories of Bozo.
As I further entered, I saw my dad. He was quite emotional. I had never seen him like that.
When I realised the things that had happened to Bozo, I was sobbing, I still am.
My mom said "After you eat food, we will go to bury him." I, being shocked, said I don't wanna eat.
My Dad asked me to come in and go to my room.


There he was, my Bozo, lying in his bed, wrapped. My father told me to bid goodbyes with him.
I was scared. He had been my only real brother, my listener bud with whom I discussed some life things. There he lay, his mouth open, his tail, which was once always on the move, excited, was stiff. His body had turned into a solid figure, not moving. Not believing by what had happened, I called out his name, but he didn't respond. He had his eyes open. I touched his cheek for the last time, getting the feel of his fur on the fingertips of my hand. Then my dad told me that during his treatment, he had   had a cardiac arrest. Bozo had died on my father's right shoulder.

It has been the first death for me of someone, who had been living with me since I was a little kid of 6 years. Now I am 17. We took him to a burial ground. when in the car, my eyes had turned red, swollen skin under my eyes. I was out of tears. I was crying like hell.
I thought where had he gone? Was he chasing butterflies in the vast gardens in heaven as shown in the movie? Cuz, his body had certainly become very stiff and lifeless.
The man who had to bury him, took him out of the wrapped thin blue plastic cover and put him in his resting place. We all burst into tears. Then he was covered with fresh salt, so that his body would be sedimented. He was then covered over with sand.

My parents asked if I wanted to go for the piano class, and if would I attend my accounts tuition?
I declined. I was broken within to show myself to anyone after that.
Bozo was a great dog and we will never get another dog, because he was a soul which can never ever be replaced.
My parents, are sad. I don't have an elder sibling to take care of these things. I have toughened up inside the walls of my house. There is no one.  
When Bozo was covered with sand, I saw the land, I couldn't differentiate from the other land portions.
He rose from dust and returned to dust. I have been sobbing since 3 hours now.
Bozo was such a charming soul, he never even told us that he was gonna go away from us. That too, in a flash of a moment.
I, sitting here, still wanna call out his name and see him running towards me with a lust of getting a treat.

R.I.P. BOZO

From your brother,
Shaon, your fun buddy.

P.S.
I never had a real brother? Not true at all Bozo.💔I will always remember you.


P.P.S.
I won't post it today. Someday later. Maybe a day later.
21st November 2017.-A date of history.

 
 

Comments

  1. This is beautiful. I am sure bozo is in a better place and he remembers you and he loves you.

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  2. My eyes are welled up reading this beautiful outpour of feelings. Now, Bozo lives in my thoughts too. Sending you both so much love <3

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