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January 12, 2024

Pawprints on my heart: A tribute to my loving Shadow



Three years ago, when I moved to a new sharing accommodation in Lok Yamuna society in Marol, a little black angel greeted me. She was a cute and friendly cat, a bit frail back then. I later found out her name was Shadow. 

Over time, she became an important part of my life. Each morning, I would find her waiting by the window, and before bedtime, I'd bid her good night. Despite people warning me about black cats bringing bad luck, I saw her as innocent, loving, and adorable baby. 

When I went for a walk, she'd join me. It might sound funny, but I shared my problems with her. A few times, I even cried while holding her, and she seemed to be a healer, trying to ease my pain. 

Recently, when she went missing, I cried like a baby in front of God. I called all my loved ones to pray for her, only to find out she had passed away in an accident. I was devastated. Throughout the night, I cried and screamed, wrestling with the reality of death, regretting not having the chance to say a final goodbye or to bury her myself. 

Even though death is a part of life, it hit me hard. I miss her terribly and am trying to come to terms with the loss. 

I treated her like my baby. Shadow's black coat made me see the goddess Kali in her, prompting me to light lamps in front of her in a gesture of reverence.

I believe she's in a better place now, wishing for my happiness rather than sadness. Thus, I try to focus on the fond memories we shared.

Though the pain of loss weighs heavy, I choose to celebrate the joy she brought into my life. I will consciously try to eat on time and find moments of joy. I hold the belief that the soul endures, and I hope to reunite with her in a new life. 

Wherever she is, I wish for her enduring happiness and pray for her safety and a life filled with love. If she has been reincarnated, I ask for blessings to shower upon her new family and loved ones, keeping them happy and safe.

Naajo se tujhe paala maine, kaliyo ki tarah phulo ki tarah.
Bachapan me julaaya hain tujhko, banho ne meri julo ki tarah.
Mere baag ki ai naajuk daali, tujhe harpal nayi bahaar mile. 

Beete tere jivan ki ghadiya, aaram ki thhandi chhanv mein.
Kaanta bhi naa chubhane paaye kabhi, meri ladali tere paanv mein.
Uss dwar se bhi dukh dur rahe, jis dwar se teraa dwar mile.

(I have nurtured you with tenderness, like the petals of a flower.
In your childhood, I cradled you in my arms, just like the swings.
Like a delicate branch in my garden, may you find new blossoms every moment.

May the moments of your life pass in the cool shade of peace.
May not even a thorn touch you, my beloved, in your path.
May sorrow stay away from the door from which your journey begins.)

Until we meet again, may Shadow's spirit stay happy in the memories we created together, reminding us of the special bond we shared.

I love you 3000!

Your's,
-K Himaanshu Shuklaa..

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