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-Kuljeet chaudhary

My little Mischief.

Today, I’m gonna tell you about my little Mischief. 

I moved to Gurgaon from Hyderabad in June of 2005. I’d been wanting to keep a dog. I’d been planning to take in a stray, but as it turned out, I got Mischief and her brother, who sadly passed away. We’ll talk about that later.

A bitch at a family friend’s had given birth to her pups on 9th August of the same year. The caretaker had been looking for warm, welcoming homes for the pups, so I asked her to let me adopt a couple. I still remember, I went an

d saw them and they were adorable and shining - like a ball of white wool. It was love-at-first-sight. I’d wanted to take them home right away but they were so little, we had to wait. 

Eventually, one day, we got a frantic call from the caretaker asking us to take the pups immediately since they were all slowly demising. We grew so worried, we rushed to their residence as soon as we could and what horrified me was to have had noticed that only 2 out of a 6 or 7 were alive, and the both of them were covered in ticks. There was not one part of their tiny bodies not covered in ticks. They’d sucked almost all the blood and the pups were almost dead. 

We took ‘em home and had been yearning for the morning to arrive since we had to take them to the vet. Every second that night seemed like an hour. The morning came and we took them to the vet who was shocked at their condition. They were so weak, I had to feed them milk, sitting them on my lap. 

What began was a daily rendezvous to the vet for the removal of the ticks. A lot of times we had to de-tick them ourselves at home. It took us 2 weeks and abundance of care to get the little ones back on their feet, healthy and hearty. I’m so glad neither myself, nor the pups, gave up.

But unfortunately, one day, at the age of 5, Mischief’s brother Scamp passed away because of a heart-attack. 

Now we just have Mischief who is a self-proclaimed ‘Lady Of The House.’ She sleeps besides me every night, loved by everyone in the house.

Platy And Perry: A part Of My life, A Part Of Me.

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.”  -Anatole France

Hey my fellow viewers/readers of People For Paws. This is Ananya Ganguli. I am a seventh grader and don’t know how to write an article at all. So I would begin with talking about my birds, Platy and Perry. I know these names might ring a bell for some of you — Platypus Perry from Disney’s Phineas And Ferb. But well, that’s exactly where the inspiration came from.

My sister and I have been crazy animal lovers since we could remember. We love all animals be it strays. Seeing an animal in pain always overwhelms us with grief and makes us wonder of the atrocities meted out onto these poor creatures who cannot voice their opinions themselves. Since my childhood I have always been motivated, and have myself motivated people into feeding these animals and providing shelter to them in the harsh climatic conditions of New Delhi. 

We’d always yearned to keep a puppy as a pet, but since we stay in a small flat and there’s no one to take care of it, we had to give up on that desire. Then we somehow convinced our dad to get us a hamster as a pet, but when we went to look at them, they were stinking real bad. (No offense.) But we had to get a pet at any cost because we knew that we wouldn’t get this golden opportunity easily again. So, we decided to get birds. We got a couple of blue-white love birds, and as now you know, named them Platy and Perry. The day we got them, I was so excited -  it felt like I had another part of me that could listen to all my crap without any interference, could keep all my secrets I couldn’t have kept myself and what not. But, approximately a month later or even less, Perry didn’t make it, and left us (R.I.P. Perry). I was so upset, I thought it was a nightmare, and I wished it was just a nightmare. I wrote a letter and a poem for him and we went to bury him. I even fixed up a box and made it into a coffin for the dear one. I had a tough time without Perry, and I was constantly thinking about Platy - how she was going to overcome Perry’s death. I did everything I possibly could. I also gradually realized I’d gotten so attached to my birds within such a short span of time, I thought they really were a part of my life, a part of me. And now in the present, Platy, I have discovered, can eat various food items, like, chicken, cake, etc. What a foodie. I know that sounds a little exaggerated, but trust me, it’s not. 

So friends, if you have a pet or pets, love them ’til your last breath. It’s been approximately 2 years since Perry’s passing, and I still have a part of her alive in my heart that’ll keep pumping its own life.

R.I.P. Perry.

Love you always.

-Ananya ganguli