dijo cried................for the first & last time..........

1st April....................Dijo's birthday.

My son was a full grown handsome Golden Retriever.

He had taught me the sense of responsibility & the truth that there is more to life than just "you". My parents were more relaxed & tension-free people.

We always celebrated his birthday in a grand way..............treating the neighborhood children, a cake was always for him.

The paradox was it fell on April's Fools Day! He actually could fool everyone with his innocant eyes & placid nature.

My mother was already getting sick by the day - doctors said hypertension, eskemia, every bit related to heart from the medical dictionary was quoted in her prescripton. She mostly got confined in the house but she being one of the most bravest woman always found the enthusiasm to travel & we went for short trips to Shantiniketan with Dijo ofcourse. Dijo was her greatest support since me & my father were mostly out for work all day around.
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The year 1999, Dijo's 3rd birthday was celebrated by distributing sweets & the usual cake for him.

On 2nd October the same year, ma fell sick - seem to be a minor heart attack. On her way to the hospital, dijo for the first time in three years cried - ma never made the return journey home.

She passed away on 26th October 1999.

From 27th October, it was me, baba & dijo. I had to take up the baton from my mother while Dijo engaged baba & saved him from a breakdown. Five years followed after that in a rigma-roll teaching us in a hard way what life holds & the basic fact that "man's friend is indeed a dog". Our respect for man's best friend was cemented, wit0h no one(humans) around he stood their for us rock solid & three of us learned to overcome the grief & sorrow & take life as it came.