Jenny's / Jellybean's painting- God loves you

Jenny's / Jellybean's painting- God loves you

A Story by Suchita
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This is a true story, I hope its ok. Also, I couldnt find an appropriate genre for this-pets.

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Jenny’s/Jellybean’s painting

Jenny was not just a good dog but a brilliant one, as all dogs surely are. We loved each other so much. She-she loved her family so so much.

Jenny was a too-cute beagle from America, n was rescued from an experimenting lab. We got her here from a rescue organisation.  

Jenny was a rust-black n white colored beagle dog. Beagles are known for hunting rabbits.As you can see from the picture Jenny was a very cute dog. She had a well rounded head, a cute face, flapping ears just right, white around her nose, black coat n white underneath on her belly n ofcourse she was rust colored, being the highlighted color of them all. So darn cute. You COULDN’T help but reach out to her. 

The only thing about her troubles was that she’d bite strangers, especially the poor ones at the door or in the house unless she knew them. When guests came, she’d lovingly wanna see them, scratching the door behind which we’d lock her so that she’d give us some alone time. She’d lovingly share biscuits n cookies n other snacks with the guests n be happy to amuse herself in their company. 

She'd sit in front of the door n gaze at the children playing in the park in front of the house, the voices would soothe herself very much even if the view was not that clear. She'd do this n so much else. Whenever, a good movie'd be coming on TV, like an old James Bond or classic, herself would become alert n interested. These were a few of her sensitivities n there were many more than those just mentioned here.

Jenny was also as cool n calm as a secret agent except when she went screaming at strangers.

Abby, my elder brother, she loved most ardently n sat with him on the bed often, cuddling in. He took her for walks in our spacious Malibu Towne walking zone with residences lining the streets in a 40- 45 min human walk. Whenever Abby’d go out, there’d be Jenny waiting for him at the door 10 mins before his arrival. And when he’d arrive from shopping for groceries n supplies, there’s be Jenny hopping n jumpin all over him n the place. She loved Abby like anything. He was her man in the house and she was his cutie, most loved member of the family. Abby loved Jenny like anything.

She loved Ankur my younger brother with compassion n understanding so much so that when he’d come home for some days, she’d immediately go n sit with him on the bed, getting all the hugs n pooches n pats. Ankur loved her too, needless to say, we all loved her.

Jenny loved dad a lot n made this clear when she went to him for a massage on the back. Standing up, dad would massage her back. Dad really loved n cared for Jenny.

Then, Jenny acted like a caring protective sister of mine so that whenever she or I had doubts about my safety n comfort level, she’d come straight hopping onto my bed. That was such a cute gesture of hers. Sometimes, she made a face at me, but she loved me n I loved her like a mom loves her young ones. But for Jenny, I was like her sister, to be taken good care of. When I'd get angry , not at her, she'd reach out her arm to me, as if saying lets be friends, c'mon.

 What a cute, sweet dog she was so I couldn’t control myself from hugging her, mouthing coochie coos n what not, pat on the round head many many times during the day. You can just imagine what it must’ve been like for us living with her loving, lovable self.

We cared for her a lot so we bought her stuff like her food of course, chewys, bones, toys, n even stuff from the pet bakery. She just loved those muffins! 

Soon we began sharing all our food with her, stuff like Chinese, chicken, fish, pizza, pasta, cakes, anything at all n we’d share with her because we knew sharing was a sign of love n also because she loved food like anything.

Jenny’d wake up every morning enthusiastically, coming to us to take her out. We took her out for her morning walks on the path around the block. But soon, Jenny started walking on her own. Means no leash, no straight paths, just exploring n excavating. It was funny at first but soon became a little annoying. Abby’d take her out for walks n soon I followed too. 

Once we took her to out cottage in Mukhteshwar n Jenny just loved it! She was apprehensive in the car a bit but as soon as she saw the beautiful place n scenery, she was thrilled! 
I gave her a treat of Chicken tikka upon arrival n she ate it all up within no time. She was eager to discover the place n did so.

When one day, Vineeta, our maid, took her out, Jenny upon seeing me on the stairs came running up, dashing towards me, with an expressions of utmost happiness n love on her face. I remember all her different expressions till now, she was such an expressive n cute dog, you wouldn’t believe it.

Then one day, Abby took Jenny out for a walk as usual at night time. He left her to come on her own as had become the case since she didn’t like the leash or following our footsteps but rather liked walking at her own pace n style, going hither n tither, like an adventurer. Indeed she was a beagle who was a hunting dog of rabbits.

So what happened is, Abby was walking ahead n Jenny turned over to some lane on her own. Soon I heard cries coming from outside the window. A silence hit me. I couldn’t even think of it. 

Then, Abby came screaming n shouting into the house- That bloody guy has killed Jenny, he drove his car over her! 

What! The shock n horror of those words hit me like a bang! Jenny? Our Jenny? It  was soon discovered that Jenny had been partially hit by a car which’d partially run over her by accident.

I quickly summoned the maid n asked her to accompany Abby to the doctor. Jenny was unconscious. Blood was oozing out of her tender self. Abby n Vineeta, the maid rushed her to the doctor. 

Meanwhile I prayed n prayed to God n the idols about saving Jenny. Praying n praying that Jenny be saved somehow.

A call came, it was Abby. “ Jenny has died, doctors said she’d been hit badly , had no chance.” He put down the receiver. 

I need not say now how bad I felt about all of this. Jenny, the cutest beagle in the world had died. Our child, our baby girl had died. And so suddenly. No more on this. We were in tears soon, dad in Mukhteshwar took it a bit hard n silently. He remained quiet , even after.

Soon, we buried her n spoke prayers, leaving flowers on her burial everyday for sometime.

The days passed. 

We were soon to go to Mukteshwar again where this time a bunch of Bulgarian artists were to come. They came , spoke their intros n began touring the region with avid interest. They’d go for long walks to various sites guided by Abby n dad. I couldn't go for such long walks, they tired me completely.

We would sit down in the hall n talk for a long time at lunch n dinner.

Soon, the painters started painting, they wanted to paint the various faces of India n this one too. So they took pictures n painted from them. One of the artists offered to paint me Jenny, when I told him about her. I said ok. 

He painted her then n there, confused about her coat. “Is this her coat,” he asked. “No its her hair”, I replied. He remained confused but nonetheless painted two pics of her. This is one of them n the other was a black n white noble looking photo.

We were happy to see it turn out well. We thanked him enough. 

When the painting was done he handed it to us. Here you go, from my side with love. 

Jenny’s painting is one of beauty, cuteness n peace. Indeed, she was a playful, happy, graceful, frolicsome dog and one who gave us so much happiness. If we’d only known this could happen, we’d have been more careful. If we’d only known how fat she was getting, this would’ve never happened.

A happy story, sad ending. But am sure Jenny will remain in our hearts. For she wasn’t just a good dog, but a brilliant one. Love from all of us, may this story be dedicated to the memory of Jenny or Jellybean, as Ankur had named her initially.

If I were to say anything to Jenny before she died, it'd be- I love you Jenny. your family loves you. Everyone loves you. God Loves you, so that she would not feel lonely in her future journey and have faith in God that all'd be alright.







© 2017 Suchita



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A pet is truly a gift that can change your life and bring you monumental happiness and gratitude. Pets teach you responsibility, patience, kindness, discipline, playfulness and, most importantly, unconditional love. Your dedicational story highlights the emotional experience of a loving companionship. Very good read …..:-)

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A pet is truly a gift that can change your life and bring you monumental happiness and gratitude. Pets teach you responsibility, patience, kindness, discipline, playfulness and, most importantly, unconditional love. Your dedicational story highlights the emotional experience of a loving companionship. Very good read …..:-)

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Do you have a pet, ever had one, just wondering coz then you'd surely be able to relate more. I've h.. read more

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