The Agony of Seeing My Dog Age

Animals

The Agony of Seeing My Dog Age

Illustration: Akshita Monga

 

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n the night of April 4, 2008, sixteen-year-old me and my then girlfriend found ourselves sipping rose chai from elegant crystal cups in an uppity-looking 40-something lady’s sea-facing apartment overlooking Bandra’s Bandstand. The purpose of our visit was to convince her, that us flighty teens were genuinely interested in her cocker spaniel puppy, listed for adoption. After a round of meticulous grilling, when she was convinced that the Gujju boy and Parsi girl were decent kids, she finally unleashed two-month-old Zippy on us.

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