Talia, my pet companion, a very compassionate and sincere being.
The eyes, how can I forget
The love you gave, how can I ever replace
Some decisions in life are tough,
You taught me how to face it with grace
After losing Simba and Bailey, I did not want to adopt another pet. They both travelled with me from USA to India, just the sound of them not being treated properly made me take this decision back in 2005. I did not know much, just took them to the airport and arrangements were made for their travel.
The moment I saw Cupcake in Rogers Animal Shelter, FB post, I knew “he” was coming home. Note the “he” as it was in the post. I just went on a Saturday to meet and greet and decided he is coming home. Tuesday I filled the adoption papers and named him Buddy.
The next day I had to get her from the vet, before visiting I called and I was informed about him being a female. That was a comedy of errors.
Upon picking her up I immediately named her Angel. She made my life bright though initially she was having separation anxiety. My world revolved around her.
I noticed she would not heed to Angel. So I had to change her name. My quest for a unique name, revealed Talia and she immediately turned back, as if she chose the name.
She was not too emotional as Simba, though we would feel comfortable around each other. She would love to walk and swim.
After one and a half years, walking on my path I had to make a difficult choice. The thought itself makes me cry. Just a casual meet and greet with her future family. On that fateful day she did not travel back with me and I was not prepared for it.
She sensed something amiss during the trip. I sometimes lay my right hand on her while driving and could feel her heart beat.
There was silence that day at home, could not hear her howl as if she talks to me describing how her day was. That was my routine as soon as I entered home. Her memories just echoed around. It took me a week to come out of the emotions, and calmed when I got the confirmation she is happy and is staying adopted.
She was of course holding space for something big. The peace of knowing she is safe and well taken care of is a blessing.
Sometimes what is so dear to us, the joys with them is short-lived. Make sure every second spent is done in love. The memories should bring a smile and bring more joy.
I did her painting on Dec 3rd.