Being friends with another form of life is truly an enriching experience. Right from the start of life, man has domesticated animals for his own good – whether to share his burden or provide him with food. But now having a pet is not just emotionally fulfilling, it has also been proven to be scientifically therapeutic. Some animal-lovers share their experiences of their furry friends.
Aditya Sharma, Digital Marketing Consultant
Staying with pets has made us humane in terms of compassion for other life forms. They bring seamless joy to our lives. Coming home to a waiting pooch (be it for 5 minutes, hours or days) is the best welcome ever. Most importantly….they are the true representation of unconditional love.
Apple Martini is a Golden Retriever girl and Google is a Beagle boy. They are both seven but are as different as chalk and cheese. Apple is a docile, loving, possessive girl who loves humans more than her own kind. Google is an indefatigable, obstinate, gluttonous boy who never gives up. Between the two of them, who loves or gets loved more is tough competition.
Ajuli Tulsyan, Blogger and Freelance Writer
‘Gunda Tulsyan’ is not our pet…he is our son. The best part of it is like the sons of today, he will never leave our side and will be loyally by our side through thick and thin. He is our life and the source of positive energy in our house. Sensitive to the core, Gunda comes running to my aid when I am in pain and jumps around when he senses I am happy. After an exhausting day, when we come back to him, he greets us with affectionate licks and jumps in glee. Never ever seen anyone giving such a warm welcome.
A week back I hurt my toe. More than me Gunda was in pain. He ran around kept coming back to see my toe and licking me now and then. His way of saying – “Love you Mom. I can sense your pain but don’t worry, am right here for you.” Our life centers around him and we cannot see him in pain, even if it’s a mere tummy upset. We are blessed to have a son like him and encourage all to bring such positive energies in their homes.
Rohit Khilnani, Author and Journalist
I have always had dogs so I can’t imagine my life without one. This dude’s name is Pepper, he is a miniature dachshund. When I got him he used to fit in my palm and now after four years he calls the shots at home. It’s all about him!
Having a dog at home adds a lot to my life. I am a lot more disciplined when it comes to Pepper. I give him his three walks every day the first one is in the morning. So I make sure even on a holiday I don’t wake up late and if I do, I take him out and come back and sleep. Though he is happy to sleep till late but I wouldn’t want to change his time just because one day I feel lazy. Second walk is in the evening and last one post dinner. There are times when I feel exhausted after work but his walk is most important. A lot of people told me to hire a dog walker but I won’t do that. When Pepper and I go for a walk it’s our time. No mobile phone and no interference. It’s all about his walk, which side he wants to go and when he wants to return. I cut off from everything and trust me that’s the best part of my day, just the two of us!
We spend half hour day at work and sometimes more, if I can’t spare those few moments with him then I there is no point having a dog, that’s how I look at life with my pet. Pepper is Priority!
Deborah Grey, Communications Professional
I’ve never had one maternal bone in my body. I have no particular desire to bear children. In fact I don’t find most human babies cute either. I just pretend to find them cute and say the mandatory ‘goochee-woochee’, but would rather be miles away from a cranky, poopy little lump of flesh.
So in that sense, I don’t think getting a pet has changed me because I don’t really mother Fletcher, my three month old Persian kitten. I do feel protective about her and I make sure she has everything she needs; food, water and a litter tray. I do hug and cuddle her and play with her, but that has more to do with her cute-factor than my desire to be a parent.
As any of my friends and colleagues would tell you, while I’m a good listener, I’m not particularly empathetic. I don’t feel attached to anyone or anything. I do have friends, but even they often complain about my strong sense of detachment.
But ever since I got Fletcher home, I think I’m beginning to feel what maybe love. I feel like spending more time at home. I leave office on time, brave the crowded fast trains and take a rickshaw instead of waiting for the neighbourhood bus. Infact, I’m glad that my boss often lets me work from home. I can’t go a day without Fletcher. So much so that I would probably not take up a TV reporting job now as I might have to leave town suddenly to cover breaking news and Fletcher would be left all alone with no one to look after her.
I feel like taking her wherever I go, vacation or vegetable shopping. Sometimes, I take her out for a rickshaw ride in her kitty basket. Fletcher has had a profound effect on my writing, in fact she has her own blog, The Fletcher Report. It’s as if Fletcher is telling her story, but she obviously doesn’t speak English and can’t type, so I write it for her.
I have also become calmer and more tolerant. Fletcher eats my breakfast everyday in the time that it takes me to set my tray on the breakfast table and step into the kitchen to get my coffee. She also shreds my newspapers as soon as I’ve finished reading them. Had she been human, I would’ve turned homicidal! But I don’t seem to mind it when Fletcher does it.
She rewards me every morning with a kitty-kiss on my nose. Every night, she kisses my eyes before I go to sleep.
Text by Aarti Kapur Singh