Tiger

"Tiger" was our pet who stayed with us for fifteen years. He became a part of the family within days of his coming to our home. It was a great experience to have him with us. People were always scared of him as he had a loud voice. His bark was thunderous enough to rattle the window panes and make people tremble. But he was a gem of a dog with a heart of gold. I spent most of those fifteen years in his service - food, walk, bath, medication, veterinary visits, etc. Having a pet is a big responsibility as they are like infants who never grow up. You need to serve them food, give them a bath, take them for a walk and be with them when they are at the vet's. He had tantrums of the world and a very sensitive nature. It was a joyous feeling to watch him waiting in the balcony when I returned from college. He loved car rides. He proudly had his snout high up in the air when he went for a car ride. He was never left alone so I had to baby sit when the family attended parties and functions where Tiger was not invited. He did accompany us to our relations who were outstation but not all relatives could be comfortable at the sight of a huge Labrador Retriever in their home. He died on his fifteenth birthday. It was a very sad time. Tajinder helped us carry him to the graveyard where we buried him. Mummy had a prayer (puja/hawan) held at home for him after the burial so that his soul rests in peace and he finds an even better life in his next birth.