My Baby !!

Two and a half years back, when I took him in my hands for the first time, I knew that he was sent from heaven above for me. He was only 35 days old, a tiny little creature who would just fold away in my hands. Soft, tender skin...softer than a stuff toy, baby face, scared innocent eyes, timidly searching for his mother.

It took me days of serious convincing to make my family agree to adopt him.        

I very distinctly remember my mother’s happily excited, yet a bit reluctant reaction when we brought him home. But all her maternal instincts welled up the moment I put him in her lap and she cuddled him, her eyes beaming with an extra ordinary joy.

I remember so many nights we all have been up because of his squealing and crying, moist sad eyes and disturbed face . So many nights I have held him in my arms till my shoulders hurt, put his head on my chest and kissed him to sleep.

It took him days to get used to our family and to come in terms with leaving behind his clan     forever. Slowly, he grew out of the memories of his family and became one of us.

Finding a suitable name for him was no less than a grand ceremony. There was a big controversy at home about christening him. There were a bunch of suggestions like Smeagol (from Lord of the Rings character) , Einstein, Panther, Hot Dog and what not !!.

But I had my way and named him Rocky. The name comes from my inspiration and idol Rocky Balboa.

He is my baby, my little brother, my best friend, my guardian and my treasure.
Meet Rocky Wadhera - my precious... my own… my black Labrador !!