Black, White and Moral(ly) Grey

An enigma she was, a beauty indeed

Always faithful and loyal to her master in need

A golden brown fur coat,

Sparkling black eyes,

Left us too soon,

We never got to say our goodbyes

She came into our lives with her cheery spirits,

Her hug was enough to get me up when I felt defeated,

Her wagging tail and running to me,

I took it for granted so obliviously,

“Jenny shoo” and “Jenny handshake”,

All of this love led to heartbreak

Her body withered away day by day,

But her resilient soul was here to stay,

How precious our 12 years together are to me,

They were the best, if I put it simply

Her happy woof forever lives on in my heart,

For she was the hero in my life, my true friend, my confidant

Writing this poem was the easiest thing I have ever done because all of it flowed from my heart. Jenny, our family dog, was the most beautiful and most loyal dog I have ever come across. She came to our house almost 12 years ago, wandering in the streets, and engraved a small space in everyone’s hearts. I don’t remember how it happened, but the next thing I knew, Jenny was living with us. Call it fate, but she was the best thing that happened to us. Her unconditional love, her loud woofs, running after my brother to get him to stay at home as he went to school and watching me so carefully as I placed her food bowl in front of her. All of these things have become a memory, now that she is no more with us. I still remember my brother saying that she will never die, that she will be the longest surviving dog in the world. No matter how unreal these words sound right now, but with the conviction with which he spoke them, I believed him. The day that she died, a year ago from now, I felt numb. I could not process what was happening and why my father was picking up Jenny’s lifeless body from the floor. I cried and cried and cried but that did not bring her back. 

You might be wondering why I am sharing this story but the reason is that our heroes don’t always have to be people around us. Heroic actions can be found in places where we least expect them. Jenny is the hero of my story. The kind of joy, cheer and happiness that she filled our home with, is inexplicable through words. Those twelve years with her were such a rollercoaster. She was there for us through the highs and the lows. Even when she got really sick in the end, she never lost her optimistic spirit. She inspires me to have such an attitude towards life and approach the hurdles of life with a strong will and resilient mindset. She lives on in my heart and will forever be an inseparable part of who I am.

So this one’s to you Jenny, wherever you are now ♥️  

-Akshita Sehrawat (XII-C)

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