The Story of Husky: A Loyal Friend

 

आंखें ढ़ूढती है तुझे दिल कहता है हस्की गया नहीं है।
हम सभी के दिलों में जिंदा है और रहेगा।😭

The Story of Husky: A Loyal Friend

It all began when my mother and I went for a haircut at a shop near P&T Colony. While waiting, my mother noticed a tiny puppy playing around. I saw it too, but I didn’t take much interest. After all, my mother had a tendency to bring home pets, and I wasn’t sure I wanted another one. But my mother, being the animal lover she is, couldn’t resist. She insisted we take the little dog home, but I refused.

We came home that day without the dog. But that evening, my mother couldn’t stop talking about the puppy. She mentioned it to Ayush, who was studying at home. Ayush, ever the soft-hearted one, couldn’t resist either. He went back to P&T Colony, and sure enough, he brought the puppy home. The little dog, possibly named “Husky” by Harsh or Didi, was now a part of our family.

When Husky first arrived, there was another dog in our house—a female dog whose name I can’t recall. Unfortunately, the two didn’t get along well. The female dog, bigger and more assertive, often overpowered Husky. He would surrender every time, usually by falling to the ground, avoiding conflict. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever be strong enough to stand his ground and face the challenges of the world.

In time, we had to say goodbye

to the female dog. She had eaten something inappropriate according to our family’s standards, and Ayush, frustrated and angry, decided it was best to let her go. He took her to a place near Chinmaya School, where we never saw her again.

As Husky grew, he became even more of a central part of our family. He was cute and playful, and Ayush, Harsh, and my mother would spend a lot of time with him. But the responsibility of caring for him often fell on my father’s shoulders. He made sure Husky was well-fed, bathed, and comfortable.

Sadly, Husky had his fair share of accidents. Each time, the injuries seemed to cause more damage, leaving him with some lasting disabilities. But despite the accidents and pain, he remained our loyal companion. One incident in particular stands out—Husky didn’t get along with a person named Sankar Malli. One day, when provoked, Husky attacked him. Sankar had to get stitches and rabies shots, a reminder of Husky’s fiery spirit and his desire to protect his space.

Then, there was the issue with Husky’s ear. Due to his inability to walk properly, his ear got damaged. It took a lot of time and effort from both my mother and father to get it treated. Despite the challenges, they were always there for him, caring for him as if he were a child of their own.

The last time I saw Husky was on January 4th, 2025. I had come home with Lipi, and we saw him lounging outside, soaking up the sun. He didn’t recognize Lipi or her voice, but when I called his name, “Husky Tasky,” he perked up and wagged his tail. It was a bittersweet moment, knowing that things weren’t quite the same as they once were.

Husky’s health had been deteriorating for some time. For about a month, he had trouble eating, often vomiting after meals. My father took the brunt of the responsibility, cleaning up after him and ensuring he was as comfortable as possible. On the night of January 14th, 2025, Husky didn’t eat properly again. His head fell into the milk that was served to him, and he couldn’t pull it out. My mother, noticing his discomfort, massaged his body and feet with mustard oil before settling in for the night.

At around 3 a.m. on January 15th, my mother heard two sounds—she thought nothing of it, assuming it was just a part of the night’s usual noise. But when she woke up, she saw that Husky had passed away. He had left us peacefully in his sleep. We cremated him that very day, near Bokaro Library, in a place where he could rest in peace.

Husky’s passing made me realize something profound—humans form deep attachments to their pets, especially dogs. The love they give us is unconditional, without judgment, without expectation. They love us simply for who we are, and in return, they ask for nothing more than companionship and care. Husky may have been a small dog with many struggles, but to us, he was a beloved family member, and his loss leaves a hole in our hearts.

Rest in peace, dear Husky. You’ll always be remembered for your loyalty, your love, and the warmth you brought into our lives.