In a cardboard box you arrived..all confused, yet being at peace with your sister next to you...
Thats how my little baby arrived..
the black and white furball called Pluto..
'Why did you name him "Pluto" maa?', I asked
'Well he is your favourite dog... isnt he?'
'Our new arrival is gonna be tall and big like pluto...' said Maa
'Only not as goofy though'
'Just be careful, he is gonna be ferocious' added papa
O Poof what do they know about dogs .. i grunted
they're always loveable no matter what the breed.
He's my pluto..
He's gonna be exactly like him..
I just knew
Thats how began a protective, loving and wonderful journey with pluto..
The first night, you created drama of staying inside the house.. yelping your lungs out.. wanting to get out and be the guard dog..Heeheee not even 1/4 the size of one... I called already see so much of me in you especially the dramas and goofiness you indulged in..
I remember feeding you milk and bread.. putting small pieces in your mouth.. you would always be careful not to bite my fingers... always be gentle.
Two days passed and you went on an 'exploration trip' ... discovering your surroundings.. i always imagined you like Pluto- Mickey's pet.. with big sniffing nose and a constant serial wagger;p..It was early morning and Megha and I were struggling to get up for school... Till papa came in and broke the news... mister pluto tried to be too daring the other day.. and in his fits of sniffing.. he managed to cross the railing of our first floor.. it was only later when papa heard constant cries and discovered Pluto hanging from the railing and yelping away to glory.. for some odd reason the only thing that crossed my mind was some random Bollywood scene featuring Hema Malini crying for help 'Bachaao baccho...' ;p;p;p...
So our little furball wisened up ... and Papa enjoyed designing and placing a strong grill to seal that portion of the railing. Pluto never set his foot on that portion even when he was 10 years old;p;p;p...An year passed by and boy did he grow up... a big grizzly bear... with ferocious shiny white teeth.. thick black coat with a slight white line on the chest.. he was handsome, warm and cuddly.. my perfect man:)
When crystal, our little mini daschund (who we lost last year) came, we were very worried about Pluto's reaction. When we unleashed him .. all he did was go sniff crystal and give her a big lick... he was always so protective and loving... But yet an excellent guard dog.. Alert, daring and the attacking kinds...There was one very silly habit he had .. Every month he used to wait for an opportunity when he was untied, and no one was noticing.. He would just run away out of the house only to come back all messed up and silly grin on his face which translated as ' heehee.. i did it';p.. mad he was... the next few hours went in scolding and bathing him.. 
and boy .. he hated it... Bathing Pluto always ended up with me taking a bath as well. Somehow he made sure i was completely drenched... the minute he knew it was bath time he would literally copy Pluto the cartoon dog, and try to break free from the leash, hold onto a plant... hahaaaaaa... i remember this time when he managed to break his iron chain and ran off and got all sticky grass on himself.. But there were times when he was an absolute darling. I remember one day out of the blue i started talking to him before a bath saying 'My baby;s gonna smell all nice and look grand and ill give you a nice trim and massage..' and that day onwards he was very patient for baths.. he would enjoy me talking throughout the bath.. scrubbing and then rinsing without touching his ears and face.. o he hated that... but post his royal drying with a special tweety towel.. he was all ready and demanding for a massage..;p... Thats my Pluto
When crystal had her babies.Pluto took on the role of babysitter.. He would love to play with her kids.. pawing them.. putting them back in her basket.. and growling at them to show whose the boss... awww he was a darling... i miss him so much....
Time flew... and soon my sister Megha was stepping into the dreaded 10th standard.. uniforms changed .. with the yucky stitched dupatta suit on and equally horrible grumpy look, Megha got out to leave for school. Just when she was about to say bye to Pluto , he growled... it happened again.. and we realised that Pluto did not like Megha experimenting with her clothes.. more specially the minute she wore something different.. he would literally voice a genuine dislike for it;p.. haha our very own fashion police i tell you;p...
Years passed by.. I was away all the time ..you were my companion .. my protector and my baby.. and I was constantly away running the rat race.. you always understood .. always welcomed me.. always called me in a unique.. wolfy sound 'baaaaaooooooohhh'.. of all the chicken bones ive sneaked out.. and the bikis you loved... and your rug...your red and black grand throne ... baby you are and will always be a part of me... the best years of my life,....you gave me everything...
this few days have been bad for you.. i know you've been in pain.. we've tried everything in our control for your recovery..... im sorry baby we had to take this decision.. but i want you to be always at peace , in the best of health and always my shiny grizzly bear.. im sorry for all the pain you suffered... i chanted for you to be at peace.. i know crystal was calling.. she came in my dream asking me to let go... i feel guilty agreeing to this... but i knw its for the best . I pray that i meet you and am as close to you in your next life:)... rest in peace my baby.. ill always have those beautiful memories,....the warmth, the protection and the unconditional love we shared:) ... now stop looking and smiling from up beyond .. im sure u get ample chicken, kurkure, marie biscuits and meat there:)... give a big to lick from my side...
RIP Pluto (1998- 2012)
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