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I had got my mom a Pomeranian puppy in 1994. As we grew, my sisters and me, we moved to hostel to take up our studies. I thought a dog could really fill the vacuum my parents are going to face, and honestly it did. Ringo became a family member and my mom referred me to be his elder brother, this would sound funny for people who have never had a pet in their lives.

Ringo fell sick a month back, and had regained its health. Three days back I called up my mom, who stays some 800 kms away from me to ask about her health, and she said Ringo isn’t well since morning. The doc had given a dose of saline, and also had prescribed some medicine. There was sadness all across.

I hung up the phone, prayed to God just before entering my prayer room for meditation. I asked God if death has come let Ringo die in peace, let it not suffer like most other dogs suffer before they die.

I got into my prayer room, and in 15 minutes I heard a dog nearby my house howling thrice! It is an age-old superstition that a howling dog gives a death message, and it immediately struck me that Ringo is not going to survive.

I continued meditating, and I heard my phone ringing in another 10 minutes. I knew it was my father, my wife rushed to me asking my dad wanted to talk to me. I got up, and I knew what is in store. I picked up the receiver and dad in a gloomy voice said Ringo is dead!

I could not bear the pain, I said fine, and my mom came over the phone and she was crying, and her voice was trembling. I failed to console her, and I said will to you later.

I realized, when logically we know a new dog will cost only Rs 500 why do we spend some 1000s on its health? It isn’t the money, it is the love and the affection that drives human lives. My mom has yet to come out of the pain and memories Ringo has left behind. So I thought would visit my mom this weekend to share her grief