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Well written. Poignant too
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Dear Rajender!
Late cae across tis so touching and beautiful elegy on the loss of your precious Labrador. All your love and tenderness is reflcted in it.
I assure you that no love is ever lost. and no tear shed out of love. I can not tell about the devine plan about cherished pets, but feel secure that no tear of love is ever lost, but brings fruit for the wole universe, for men as well as for beloved pets.
Be comforted dear Rajeder, perhaps your Labrador knows all about your mourning for him and desires you to continue your life of inspiration, generosity and love.
Be blessed abundantly and comforted.
Elizabeth Dandy
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such a moving poem.........wish you the best to recover from this pain.
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At this lonely moment…
..for some time to come you will miss its loyalty and real dedication, as it might have never known evil or jealousy or discontent like humans.
And I can imagine - “when you were with it…it was like - to be back in Eden, where inspite of not doing anything it wouldn’t bore you but it results in peace of mind – a true stress buster…”
...I have an association with a resembling Chocolate Labrador puppy....
...I used to experience its "unconditional love"...four years back....
...by the way it is about Four and half years now...
I named it "Eclairs"....
...It is in Goa now....
…I understand
A vacuous situation...
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"A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.” ? Josh Billings
Prof.Siva Prasad
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>A sudden vacuum sensed
an unthought-of deficiency felt
arising with absence of association...<
All pets live a life in human sffections, as the object of those affections, to which they attune their behaviour with such subtlety we become convinced they are what we make them out to be. The pet that dies is the pet of our creation.
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I don't know why my comment is deleted. Let me share your pain Sir. It's really sad..
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My sincere thanks to all in "immortalizing" the spirit of love, compassion and friendship. Hope this ideal perpetuates in all our relationships. Peace.
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I am sorry about Coby. We had a dog once and I know how it feels to lose one. It's been years since we lost him but we still miss him and talk about him.
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13 Sept. 2012
TO: Mr. Rajender Krishan
Your elegy made my evening sad. Though I have no pet, I can't help being compassionate with you.
How true is "Love does not discriminate Dog and God" [Courtesy,
Indrajit]
Rajat Das Gupta
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A dog loves unconditionally. I do not have one but dogs immediately connect with me as they read my mind. They teach us so many small lessons. Everyday. I can understand what Coby meant to you. But life has to go on...
Ramesh
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Beautiful. RIP Coby
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A sad day indeed, Rajender ji. Your sorrow runs deep and we too feel so sad. That is how life gets poorer and time gets lonesome. We too shall miss the chocolate Labrador!
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Heartfelt!
Pets become members of the family and their loss is immense.
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Dear Sir, by the feel of the obituary to Coby one can sense your love and loss. May your life endure the love while the time obscures the loss.
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I'm scared about my own Labrador "Danger" who's crossed 12.
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We always miss any dear association. Nicely written feelings.
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My deep condolences, Raj Ji, I can understand your feelings; pets become part of family emotionally and otherwise.
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Rajenderji, I can fully empathise with your feelings. I have a black labrador called Aryan (6 years) and your imagery of Coby is so much in tune with his behaviour. He is our third child. In my childhood I had a dog and after she died I was inconsolable for a long, long time.
My heart reaches out to you.
May the noble soul rest in peace.
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Rajendra
Sorry to hear about Coby. Pets are family and their loss
always heartbreaking. Lost my 12 year old doberman few months ago. The pain passes with time but she remains part of my life through her memories. While it is hard not to cry, I hope you find solace in all the joy Coby brought you and the thought that you were blessed to have him in your life.
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Beautiful, touching poem. Written from the heart. Thanks so much for sharing.
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Someone leaving is always sad. We can only, but, wish they come back to us in some other form, with even more love than before.
RIP Coby.
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Sir ..i am also a pet lover..so i feel so sad after reeding the poem..I have my dog Bush..i love my Bush so much..I can understand your pain..
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I can understand the reason for this burst of poetry. Family dog is more than a family member and like the first love it is missed by one and all for ever. It is now nearly five years when my 12 year old Minpin 'Chotu' passed away-even today, I feel her wet nose nudging my hand in the morning and this very imaginary nudge makes me get up with a start.
RIP Coby.
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Oh ! sir , It is so sad. I know what you feel by imagination and share your sorrows over Coby's death
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i share your feelings. a pet, particularly dog, becomes a family member. some years back i had a dog. i realized it had unique capacity to get tuned with my mood ... as if it could understand the mood i was in. its death was pathetic. it jumped off the roof and died... don't know whether it was 'suicide.' however, that was my first and last dog pet. being hard-hearted i tried to take it easy ... but my younger brother was affected for days. the then emptiness was similar to losing a near and dear one. Love does not discriminate Dog and God.
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Dear Rajender,
Most poignant.
We had a Labrador once and he passed away and I know what it is you're going through now.
My thoughts are with you.
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I will always have a memory of Coby
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This is a wonderful elegy written for a beloved pet. Yes, I know many families that take a dog to be one of their family members. Pet dogs are so good companions and faithful creatures , that their absence makes eyes moist.Your poem is rich is in style and content.
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This about one of my pets.
THE STORY OF GINGER
In our family
We were three
My parents and me
Till one day
He came suddenly
As if from nowhere
Nobody knew
Who his parents were
Nor where was his home
My parents were reluctant to accept him
Thought he was a nuisance
But as a companion
He was welcome to me
Chased by mother this compulsive thief
Would hide either under the cot
Or in the attic
He loved to play with me
Hide and seek
In summer
He cuddled in a cool corner
In winter he sought warmth
He stole into my mother’s quilt
Gradually he supplanted me
From my mother’s lap.
For his coat’s colour
I called him Ginger
Slowly he grew up
And by and by
Became a tiger in a miniature
Grew long whiskers
His growling became guttural
And his prowling more extensive
Beyond the confines of our modest home
He mewed around my mother the whole day
But at night began to go out
Now a shining youth
He seems to have felt
A strange stirring in his blood
He seems to have heard
The call of the wild
And sought adventures
Both amorous and territorial
Invaded others’ territories
Fought pitched battles with his rivals
After each fight
Our hero needed medication and cleaning up from me
He had great aversion to being bathed
And he fought wildly
I still bear the marks of his desperate claws.
His absence on adventures
Grew in duration
First it was for a day or two
Till at last
He didn’t return in a whole week
Father was asked to find him out
Yesterday I was told
My Ginger has been run over by a car
Now he is beyond all my medication and care.
Our neighbour has a brilliant son
He is a chemical engineer
Working in a private firm in Mumbai
On a fat salary
He was his parents’ old age insurance
He was about to get married
When one day words came
He had lost one leg
In a road accident.
For God’s sake don’t say
I am equating my cat with that young man
For Ginger gave us nothing that money could buy.
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Ginger, while still a very small kitten, came to us just after our Lucy left us on 31st October, 2002. He died in a road accident in the first week of April, 2006.
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We share your feelings.We know how precious a pet becomes, especially in absence.
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Our dog Pebbles followed me around
until the day she died at age 15.
I feel your loss deeply, Rajender.
It was the hope she displayed every moment
her life and her playful enthusiasm
that I can never forget.
Few living beings demonstrate such
unconditional love and loyalty
as our pet Pebbles, the Yorkshire Terrier.
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We lost so many pets - this reminds me of them all.
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lovely poem my dog died a couple of years ago she was fourteen
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I grieve with your loss.
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