For the love of Coffee

4 months since my last blog, I so missed it. But was too overwhelmed to write anything.

Do you ask why? 

Flashback flashback flashback !!!

I'm raised in a family where I have interacted only with humans. That doesn't mean we looked down on other species. Just that we did not love them enough to make them member of house.

Only animal that I had probably touched and adored would be Cat. They seem easy to be overpowered, thus harmless.

Yeah I have got some good survival instincts!

Then I grew up, keeping safe distance from non-Human species on earth. Even safer distance from Dogs after my brother got bitten by a crazy dog. You know, biting is still manageable, but injections... I will rather take longer route.

And the day came, when it happened. I still don't believe how, so let's pass on the blame to Destiny. I brought home a pet Dog. Yes, it does all crazy stuff.

1 month female Doberman. She (for me it's she, not it) was on my lap, licking, crying (maybe for her mother or food, I don't know). I was thrilled, surprised and maybe angry for why I agreed.

She would sleep on my feet, wake up at 6.30 morning, lick me like she has known me forever and mess around.

And I named her "Coffee", my daily energy dose (too much energy is tiring as well)

Since I never have interacted with non-humans, I have treated Coffee like a human baby. That's what I know. Obviously it sounds odd to others. One of my colleague teases me how I can bear her biting, scratching. Give her away. 

Yes my clean mark less hand now has all scratches and bites. But at least those are only physical. We hurt our close ones. I can say I have hurt my parents very deeply, but they never left me.

Holding on to something hurtful is pain, but love is just another name of pain.

It is only matter of accepting one as they are, not molding them to what you want to see.

Things we don't understand or don't know, look wrong. From someone I have heard so often, this word sounds better in my language; this thing is better at my place; people of that side are strange.

It is easy to look down on other side and say I'm better.

I could have easily said 4 months ago, after all I'm human, most evolved species. 

But when I see Coffee's love, I wonder if I could ever love someone like this, just like kids so selfless so pure.

The way she jumps when I call out her name and kisses me, plays with me, communicates without talking, irritates me.

All that make her so special and I can write on and on...

Coffee is now 4 months, less scratching and biting. So I'm relieved that she won't eat me. One of colleague said, their love overpowers their need for food. Thank god, I don't want to get eaten up.