He was a regular visitor. And whenever he came I was ready to greet him and offer refreshments. What I got in return was a nod of approval and eyes filled with love and innocence, memories of which are stuck with me.
He was a calf who had taken a liking to me and came everyday to my gate to say hello and get a treat in return.
He had a big wound just above his nose, filled with maggots. The sight of him was dizzying. I knew something had to be done. I immediately called a dear friend a fellow animal-lover and we got on to getting him medical attention as soon as possible. But as luck may have it, the very person we contacted was out of town but dedicated enough to pass us instructions and names of required medicines. There we were on our way to the chemist, but not before informing our workplace that we were stuck with some important family matter.
While we were away buying medicines, we didn't even know if he'll be there when we return. But there he was waiting as he knew that we will come for him. Trying different tricks and manoeuvers we finally fed him the medicines and successfully sprayed an ointment on the affected area not before informing the local PFA (People for animals) office to look out for him. Leaving him in a much better state, we left for work, though reluctantly.
Next morning, and for many more mornings he came at his usual time and I religiously sprayed the ointment while my dad fed him. But after that he just disappeared, never to be seen again. I kept waiting for days hoping to see him completely healed, except one odd day while driving to the market I spotted him or a lookalike looking perfectly alright. I heaved a sigh of relief.
I wonder if I had some past-life connection with him or had to repay him back for something. He did come to me for a reason.
I'll always remember you fondly, dear friend!
He was a calf who had taken a liking to me and came everyday to my gate to say hello and get a treat in return.
But that morning when he came at his usual time, right before my time to leave for work. He was hurt, was bleeding. Those beautiful eyes were filled with pain. I can never forget the sight.
He had a big wound just above his nose, filled with maggots. The sight of him was dizzying. I knew something had to be done. I immediately called a dear friend a fellow animal-lover and we got on to getting him medical attention as soon as possible. But as luck may have it, the very person we contacted was out of town but dedicated enough to pass us instructions and names of required medicines. There we were on our way to the chemist, but not before informing our workplace that we were stuck with some important family matter.
While we were away buying medicines, we didn't even know if he'll be there when we return. But there he was waiting as he knew that we will come for him. Trying different tricks and manoeuvers we finally fed him the medicines and successfully sprayed an ointment on the affected area not before informing the local PFA (People for animals) office to look out for him. Leaving him in a much better state, we left for work, though reluctantly.
Next morning, and for many more mornings he came at his usual time and I religiously sprayed the ointment while my dad fed him. But after that he just disappeared, never to be seen again. I kept waiting for days hoping to see him completely healed, except one odd day while driving to the market I spotted him or a lookalike looking perfectly alright. I heaved a sigh of relief.
I wonder if I had some past-life connection with him or had to repay him back for something. He did come to me for a reason.
I'll always remember you fondly, dear friend!
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In marathi/Gujarati inexplicable associations like these are called "runanoobandha" hope tht calf has grown up well and am sure if he/she has, it still remembers you!
Thank you so much for your kind words. It was a couple of years back and we have moved places. I too hope he's grown up well and remembers me. Thank you for mentioning 'runanoobandha' Gauri, you summed it up so beautifully. Now, you've encouraged me to share another incident on the same lines.
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