*ZORRO* -

In Loving Memory of Zorro

I like to imagine you frolicking in the clouds, eating treats. No longer struggling, just free.

To others who didn’t know you, you were “just a dog”. But to us, you were family — one of the smallest babies of our home and the bravest member of our hospital’s vigilance and security team. You were Zorro, one of a kind in this world. How lucky we were to have you.

I still see you everywhere — in the kitchen accompanying whoever was cooking food, in the garden snacking on peas, in the fur that gets all over our clothes, at ma’s office chair, or next to the dining room table demanding your share of breakfast. You sang louder than anyone during birthdays, rushed into the storeroom for donuts at Christmas, stole our socks and slippers, and magically appeared in whichever corner of the house someone was eating.

But grief is the price we pay for love. No child is supposed to suffer in their body with a chronic disease. Despite the pain you were in, your tail always wagged to keep us all happy. You were relentless and courageous through it all. The bravest boy. And today God has eased your pain, yet left us all heartbroken.

Zorro, you were the physical embodiment of happiness, positivity, and love. You brought joy to our family and to everyone who entered the hospital. Your watchful eyes guarded our campus and your gentle nature comforted our patients and visitors. No amount of Marie biscuits can repay the joy you gave us. Your departure will never take away your place in our family.

Death is just an interval, and one day, many years from now, we will see you again, hug you, and you will sleep on our lap just like old times. Till then, we will keep you in our memory, talking about you, cherishing you, and remembering you.