Prajan. K
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On a warm September afternoon in 2022, my life changed forever with the arrival of a fluffy white Labrador puppy named Febby. The moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he was more than just a pet; he was destined to become my closest friend. With his bright eyes and boundless energy, Febby quickly filled my days with joy and laughter.
Every day after school, we played endless games of lock and key, hide and seek, and catch. Febby’s enthusiasm was infectious; he would leap through the air, tail wagging furiously, as if each moment was a new adventure waiting to unfold. Our evenings were spent curled up together, sharing warmth and comfort. Some nights, I would use him as a pillow, sinking into the softness of his fur, while other nights, he would nestle against me, his gentle breathing lulling me to sleep.
But just as life seemed perfect, fate took a cruel turn. At five months old, Febby fell ill with a virulent strain of the Parvovirus. A wave of panic swept over me as I learned that all the dogs in our neighborhood had succumbed to the same illness. When Febby stopped eating and began to vomit blood, my heart sank. I rushed him to the vet, my mind racing with fear. The vet’s grim prognosis struck me like a thunderclap: “Dogs under five months rarely survive this.”
Yet, giving up was not an option. I fought alongside Febby, taking him to the vet daily for glucose injections and medication, each visit costing a small fortune. I prayed fervently, pleading with the universe for his recovery. Miraculously, after a week of struggle, Febby took his first bite of a “Marie Gold” biscuit, and in that moment, hope flickered back to life. Over the next month, he regained his strength, his playful spirit shining through once more.
However, as time went on, Febby’s shedding became a problem for my mother, who struggled with allergies and sinus issues. It broke my heart, but we made the difficult decision to return him to the breeder. The day we drove away, I sobbed uncontrollably, feeling like a part of me was left behind. Febby was more than just a pet; he was my companion, my confidant.
Now, Febby resides in Vandalur, but I still visit him whenever I can. Each reunion is bittersweet, filled with joy and a tinge of sorrow. I know he is well taken care of, yet the ache of separation lingers. Our bond is unbreakable, a testament to the love that transcends distance.
As I sit in quiet reflection, I hold onto the hope that one day, I will bring him home again. Until then, I cherish every moment we shared and dream of the day when we can be reunited. Febby, my dear friend, you will always hold a piece of my heart.
