Vicky! I miss you.

Vicky became a part of our family on my 11th birthday. She was a gift from a friend of my father's for my birthday. She was a beautiful dog. She was the most active puppy when I had gone to pick her up. Her siblings were sleeping while she was happily jumping around. She was 20 days old then. We got her in a small basket to home. Then we were living in a rented house. Vicky used to be the sole watch dog of the entire building (there are four houses in the building). Though she was a cute, adorable little dog some of our neighbor's did not like her when she barked. She used to be the reason for numerous fights between my mom and our neighbor's. She was probably one of the reasons for our moving to an independent house.
She was the reason for many a happy occasion. She used to travel with us to our farm house. She used to walk with her head upright like the queen of the area. Never liked any interruption in her area. She was reason for a number of failed burglary attempts. She was a brave dog. Even at her old age she used to be very active and aggressive.
I will never forget the times when she used to wake me up. Will never forget the daily walks. Will never forget the way she bit me twice. I will never forget how she cried when amma used to beat us.
My sis called me day before yesterday and told me about vicky's ill health. My mom called me yesterday morning to inform me that Vicky died at 7:00 in the morning. I did not shed a tear then. I knew that I will miss a great pet and a good friend. There is no one to steal my socks now. Vicky is not there to lovingly wag her tail and to jump around with joy when I go back home for the vacation. She is not there anymore to bark jealously when I sleep on my amma's lap. She is not there anymore to complain to my appa when he returns back from work. She is not there to play with my sister.
This post is not a mere obituary but a dedication to my family's first pet- Vicky. Vicky we will miss you. You definitely made our life a more enjoyable experience. We will remember you for ever.

This post might be very senti, yes I am actually senti.

I did not shed tears when amma called me. But I am now, as I write this post.

Vicky! I will miss you.