My Younger Brother

About 5 years and 11 months ago, was the 24th of January, 2004, the day Rusty died.

I've thought about writing about this for a very long time, 5 years and 11 months to be near exact, but only recently I decided to do so after reading Pranidhi's sister's blog.

In the afternoon of a day in July, 1997, my parents called me and my brother into their room. On entering I saw them sitting on the bed...smiling. Weird. Then they pointed to a small opened cardboard box next to them on the floor. We went over to look and I saw the most confused and black little puppy I had ever laid eyes on. That made me confused and only after about 5 mins did my parents tell us that that black, confused puppy was ours - my younger brother.

That was my first moment with him after which followed 7 and a half wonderful years spent with him, as I practically grew up with him. Occasionally taking him out for a walk, forcing food down his throat (wasn't much of an eater) , hiding the Cosco ball behind plants and pretending to have lost it which would then take him only 2-3 mins to hunt and find...so many memories attached to that black confused puppy who was not so confused and had developed a brownish color later on.

There was this one incident when there was my parents party at my house. My uncle kept his beer glass on the floor and carried on his conversation about godknowswhat. Rusty casually walked up to his glass, took a few licks and walked away and was found an hour later fast asleep in his basket. That night he had the longest and probably the most peaceful sleep of his life.

There was this other time when his trainer tried to get him mated in the nearby park. After the third attempt he said to my mum, "Mujhe lagta hai ki Rusty ko ladke pasand hai". Ahh...my poor gay dog.

One thing about him - He peed like a bitch.