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| Rasmai Rascal |
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| As a dog - scratching is an inborn trait |
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| Licking chops in anticipation of a snack |
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| Shameless |
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| Ruminating about the next victim |
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| Innocence perosonified |
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| Food! My raison d'etre |
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| Pesky Fly |
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| See these fangs! |
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| "Who? Me? Never!" |
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| Siesta |
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| Close up |
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| Closer up |
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| Any closer and, Hey Presto!Chomp |
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| Dermatologist's point of view |
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| रखवाला |
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| Ever vigilant |
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| Harnessed and harassed |
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| Studious |
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| Gimme |
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| Gimme Eat (One flew over the Cuckoo's Nest) |
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| I eat food, think food, live for food |
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| I sleep food |
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| Gimme Food |
It is ironical that on this page where I pay homage to children who suffer from cancer and some who succumb to the dreadful disease, I had to mention our adorable doggie who too had to die of cancer.
His atavistic tendencies of attacking any living thing brought him all sorts of injuries. He was essentially fool-hardy and non-selective in his victims - be they children, adults, dogs, cows, buffaloes, snakes, goats and his nemesis, monkeys. He terrorised the neighbourhood.
He was a ladies man; females of the human kind could take all sorts of liberties with him. But if the males of the family became too cuddly, an ominous growl was all it took to deter us.
He died a virgin; alas, ther will be no other like him. His weakness was food - food of any kind. He was especially fond of fruits. Mangoes, bananas, papaya were his favourites. Mulberrys plucked freshly were a special treat. He was a vegetarian by preference.
He lived to ripe old age of 13 years i.e., 91 human years. He brought us joy, affection, pain, sorrow and some litigation in his eventful life.
He abhorred travelling. But towards the end he was too weak to resist and was taken in a car for his final journey.
Romp and frolic in canine heaven, Sangram.
This is the perfect eulogy for one of the most unusual dogs we've ever had. No one can will ever forget the Terror of Nasirpur, the Rowdy Rascal of Rasmai, who was otherwise such a gentleman at home. RIP sanguboy.
ReplyDeletehe was my little baby.....'L'enfant terrible'. we were separated when we moved out of radhakund to del. he then became the terror of rasmai....protecting his loved ones at home... he , with lovable big brown eyes that melted our hearts....was the gentlest creature at home....he was a sucker for fruits... mad about apples, bananas, mangoes, papayas, melons and things! most dogs dig out bones from the backyard... but sangu dug out old mango and papaya peels!!the big, little innocent chap! another favourite of his was corn on the cob!he lived to a ripe old "dogs" age.the clean air of rasmai, healthful meals and love was the reason for this. we will miss him dearly...REST IN PEACE , DEAR ONE!
ReplyDeletethe photographs and comments were so apt! loved this touching and cute tribute....nice choice of pics and great write up!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely obituary. I had the privelege of meeting him only once and he didn't at all seem like a "terror" or a "rowdy rascal" !!!
ReplyDeleteRest in peace, Sangram.
Oh thank you for this lovely post. I picture Sangu racing squirrels wherever he is :)
ReplyDeleteI just posted about him too:
http://bumblingbanter.blogspot.co.uk/2012/10/to-sangram.html
The first picture, I want to always remember him like that.
ReplyDeleteI keep coming back to see these...the pesky fly one is hilarious ha ha :D
ReplyDeletesorry to hear about the demise. but he lived to be a grand old man, right? i remember him trying to climb the walls and jump out of the windows when he was incarcerated in the middle room of your radha kund house.
ReplyDeleterest in peace, sangram. who knows what/who/where you will be in your next birth!