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Montage of my Heart #3: An Update






I've put some serious thought into it and I have come to realize that the past two posts in this series have been about things that I long for. So, this post will be about something that I currently have.

It is said that humans acknowledge the presence of someone or something truly only when they lose it. And I do think it is true because I have felt that myself. So, maybe I'll have a lot more to add to this post when that day arrives.

I lost my first (proper) pet back in 2009. His name was Rocky and boy, what a dog he was!
After years of requesting and pleading to my Father, Theodore was brought home on April 24th, 2017.

The first few weeks of his arrival were very difficult. Theo fell ill because of a liver infection and I remember his health deteriorating so much that he had to be fed by injection every day. It was unbearable to hear him cry. I'd often go to the terrace and wonder as to what I'd done to deserve it. Usually, you're happy when you get a new pet. I surely wasn't.

Thankfully and fortunately, Theo was able to recover soon and from then on till date, it has been an amazing ride with him.

I could tell you what he does from the morning till night, but no, this post isn't about that. The thing is, I have fallen out with quite a lot of people of late and every time, Theo has been able to lift me up. Unlike the scenes they show us in movies, Theo doesn't sit and comfort me when I'm low. Instead, he comes and bites me and makes sure I'm off the bed and ready to go out for a walk (which is more of a sprint) with him. And to be really honest, it has actually helped. I'm no more that sensitive person I used to be. I don't overthink. And all of this because of this little soul.







And that's not all that has changed. I fight with my parents a lot less, I have become a lot more patient with things and lastly, all my face-wash soaps have been replaced by Theo's saliva. Yep.

So, yeah, things have changed A LOT since I last posted. All I can say is that I'm slowly, yet steadily adapting to these changes. I think I am finally happy. All thanks to Theo. I guess I'm moving onto better things.

In conclusion, I have one quote that I've strongly been able to relate to and would like to share with you all.
"The more people I meet, the more I love dogs."


(I'll try to write more)
Peace.



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