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SID, MY NEW FRIEND

SID, MY NEW FRIEND

The  disappearance   and the  consequent , presumed  death of Appu, our cat,
has caused  much  heartbreak  and anguish  since April this year. He left
a vacuum  that can't  be filled. But  relief came recently, in the form of
a tiny puppy called  Sid, short for Sydney, a name  suggested by my
grandchildren, Alyssa, Chrissa  and  Marissa, who live in Sydney. It was
their overenthusiasm and boisterous behaviour  that  precipitated  Appu's  disappearance , as a mild form of  protest, due to some misunderstandings.
By  a  strange  coincidence, when a  friend offered  me a puppy and asked
about  my choice of  colour, I opted for  black and white, perfectly  matching  Appu's  colour.

So the  3-month  - old Sid  has taken over the little kingdom left
vacant by Appu. He is a  bundle of energy, intelligence, mobility, love, naughtiness, and  sometimes, ferocity. His tiny  body is an advantage
in running very fast, like a soccer  penalty kick racing to the net. The small
villain  follows me everywhere, sometimes  biting me from behind, and
sometimes waylaying me, barking and jumping to bite. Sometimes, I wield
a stick to bring him into line. He is uncontrollable  with excitement when
we arrive home after short outings.

Perhaps  Sid is the reincarnation of  Appu,  with the same colour, same love,
and the same attitude. Today, Sid really shocked us. He was eating something that we didn't  give him. I went near him to have a close look.
It was a tiny bird! Appu  was an expert  catcher of birds. ''Is this Appu sitting  here, under the guise  of a puppy? In this age of fakes and dupes, am I taken  for a ride ? '' I wondered. I seized  the dead bird  from him, and
threw  it away. He sniffed here  and there frantically, searching  for the
bird. I reprimanded him with these words:

'' No matter  whether  you are Sid or Appu, please  don't  kill birds.
They are our friends, and they also have a right to live. Unfortunately,
the number of  birds here has dwindled  recently  due to wanton destruction
of the environment. Hundreds of trees have been cut down. Parks are destroyed for firewood. You should not add to a deplorable  situation."


''  I'm  very  sorry. I wasn't   aware of that, '' he said.

''  You can  catch rats and mice  if  you find them.''

'' Agreed.''

'' Bye.''

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