My pet dog, Chikoo, was my favorite writing companion. He would sit underneath my dining table, when I sat down to write or read. A peace-loving soul, he would sit quietly for hours as I typed away on the keyboard, pouring my feelings on my personal blog that I had christened, Feelings. Well, back then, I needed to vent out my bottled up feelings, my frustrations about life and my sorrows that I couldn’t share with anybody as openly as I wished to.
Chikoo was a good listener, too, and patiently heard me out as I shared with him my angst. But, it was his silent company while I wrote that I cherish the most. He just let me be. Never one to disturb me or demand attention during my me-time, he would sit lost in thoughts as I sat typing, my feet underneath his warm body, his fur comforting me with its satiny softness.
He was such a darling! A saint, actually.
After his passing, I missed his presence, tremendously. Dogs are special. And, it’s overwhelming coming to terms with their absence.
Later, when Cookie joined us, she offered the same kind of quiet company while I worked on my blog. She would perch on my shoulder, earlier. Later, she started sleeping inside my T-shirt, nestled against my tummy, while I typed a 1000-word blog post. Yes, it has been her favourite spot, and no, her sharp claws didn’t bother me. The love she has showered me with, and the trust she has in me, leaves me feeling too overwhelmed to worry about her claws.
With the arrival of Chikki and Bholu, things changed. They are not the quiet sort. They are a curious duo, especially Chikki, and love investigating everything they see around them. Including my laptop. I do manage to type a few sentences, though, but the writing exercise in their presence doesn’t last long. 🙂
It’s a blessing being able to share such quiet moments writing while in the company of our pets. Maybe because they are very understanding, very patient, and most of all, very loving. But, most of all, maybe because they are so inspiring. Their outlook towards life differs from ours, is more deeper than we would like to think, and full of innocence, the kind we rarely find within our human hearts.