13 years of my childhood.
My brother and I have never lived without a doggie companion. And today when our parents leave for work or it’s a holiday, we have nothing to do. It’s a void of time we can’t seem to fill.
Life without him is no fun. Chicken without him is no fun. The terrace without him is no fun. Holi without him is no fun. It’s getting emptier and quieter as each day passes.
Even for a chatter box like me.
After Ceasar passed away last year I just couldn’t have drawn a picture of him.
This is for you, my baby brother. Always missing you.