Laika (1998 -2005)

Laika (1998 - 2005) First things first. If you don't love dogs, browse along, nothing to see here :). Not that I'm judging you, but you'll only scoff and jeer at things I speak about here.   On a writing spree today, dug this out from the archieves. Wrote it in 2007, the first long format I ever wrote, the amateurishness of the language was nostalgic. But nevertheless, as the first article that I wrote, and about someone unforgettable, its still one closest to my heart.   ________________________________________________________________________________________   Laika   I remember I had fallen asleep after an elongated tantrum. This wasn’t the first time. Neither was it the last. What my parents had written off as just a fondness for puppies, had grown into a full blown obsession. Ultimately, after countless tantrums and promises of performing well at school, they finally caved in. This is how Laika entered our lives. Don’t know why suddenly today I am writing about her. It’s been years since she passed away. But I had been carrying baggage from her death for a long time and finally decided to set it free and find some closure. Laika came to our family as a shabby little one month old pup who couldn’t even climb a flight of stairs without tumbling down a couple of times. Lapping up her milk was even messier. For a week, the house smelt like a dairy. Seeing her transform from this awkward, clumsy pup into a graceful German Shepherd was like a parenting experience. Right from cleaning her crap to staying up all night when she fell sick. And she bore into all our hearts. Even Aaji was not spared.   She became the constant companion to all of us. Every time you turned around, she was there, staring at you, tail wagging, and a strange anticipation in her eyes. It was her eyes that always caught my fancy. Maybe it was the fact that she was brought up with love and care, but her eyes never resembled those of other dogs. That fierce, guarding gaze was absent. It was a look of total submission. Sometimes it made me wonder, if by domesticating her, we had killed her wild spirit. Maybe what we thought of as obedience was actually a corroboration of the fact that she was absolutely dependent on us. But we never heard her complain.   That constant companionship was soon upgraded to a family membership. And a privileged one!! She became the undisputed queen of the house. Anyone who came in through the door had to meet her first. Then the rest of us. And not just meet, but shower a minimum of 5 minutes of admiration. It was always heartwarming to come back home even after just 10 minutes and be greeted like you just came back from prison after serving a life sentence. And with her, you always knew it was sheer love. No ulterior motives. Even Aaji, who dint particularly appreciate pets, came around. Usually Laika stayed out of Aaji's way. But when Aaji was alone at home, Laika took up the duty of not letting her feel alone. As if she knew that Aaji is old and may need help. Aaji later confessed that even just by hovering around her and following her around, Laika was a big moral support. The lupine instincts of protecting the pack had endeared Laika to a non-believer.   3 years later, we decided that her genes ought to be passed on. Laika became the proud mother of 7 pups. 3 boys, 4 girls. It was chaotic, to say the least. A team of 7 rambunctious pups, combined with a protective mother, and 4 family members, at the end of their nerves. The simple act of answering the doorbell started resembling a military exercise. It took clever strategizing to open the door, when at the sound of the doorbell, one big German Shepherd and 7 pups jolted towards it. Put 3 of them in the room and go out to gather the rest, and halfway to the room, you’d run into the aforementioned 3 pups who’d somehow figured out how to escape from their box. Their appetite was a no holds barred contest. One whole pack of Cerelac a day, with table manners taking a serious hit. Their motto: if you can’t get enough from standing outside the bowl, jump right in the bowl and eat around you. Add to that a mother who insisted that her pups remain spotlessly clean (by licking them in the position they were in) and dinner time became savage tumbling contest. So we had 7 pups, smothered in Cerelac running around trying to eat each others' limbs while being thrown around by a fastidious mother.   Soon, time came to bid them farewell as they all went to their new homes to start a life, like their mother did 3 years ago. However troublesome, giving away that last pup was awful. It was like we had betrayed Laika. She started gathering toys and placing them in the bed where the litter had been. I guess she was trying to fill the void. But that’s a dog’s fate. To be born to a mother. And then to be reborn as someone’s pet. I just hope all those little Laikas are keeping up their mothers reputation.   A couple of years later, Laika’s health started degrading. She suffered from stomach blockages and was operated twice. The third time, she kind of gave up. I saw her; motionless, lying on the operating table with her stomach being stitched, and saw the gleam in her eyes fade. She felt no pain even without an anesthetic. Or maybe she did, but dint show. Laika never complained. The decision had to be taken. What is termed as humane death, or "putting her to sleep". No matter how much you round the edges off the name, it still stings. And it stung badly. A decision about letting someone live in pain or die in peace is never easy. Because nobody asked Laika what she wanted. In the end, it was her pain filled whine that tipped me to make my decision. I decided to let her go. I could not keep her in pain for my personal gratification of making the right decision. A tearful goodbye later, Laika drifted off to sleep. Everyone feared going back home, knowing the fact that there will be no greetings at the door now. No wagging tail drumming the door. No playing fetch till your hand hurt. No wet nose searching bags for goodies. No muddy paw prints anymore. No Laika anymore.   I still doubt whether I did right. Just by being their human, do we get a veto over their lives? What if she would have made it through? I guess these are questions Laika should have answered. But I guess it is in their muteness, their silent companionship, that dog’s leave such matters of conscience to us lesser mortals. A dog’s emotions may be governed by baser instincts, but in what they leave us with, an intense feeling of ownership, that they teach us the philosophies of life. I buried her favorite tennis ball in her grave. I hope wherever she is, somebody’s playing fetch with her. Because she loved it when you threw something, and she brought it back. I had to throw her life away. Laika, fetch.   Her shattering four-legged silence finally made us move on and bring a new life into the house. Sarah. Once you’ve lived with a dog, the house feels empty without one. I won’t tell you if Sarah’s better or worse than Laika. That would be unfair to both of them. But I do hope that Laika, wherever she is, doesn’t get too jealous of Sarah. But as I said, Laika never complained.     Photo taken in simpler times :)