Rumi
was his original name.He was a police dog and was owned by an ex police officer
who lived in our neighbourhood. He was a cross between the local and the
Alsatian breed and was maybe the tallest
dog in the entire neighbourhood. Me and my mom are in the habit of going for
regular evening walks. We used to see
him standing just outside the gates of his house exactly at the same spot
looking at the passersby with somewhat dispassionate eyes. Once we decided to
give him some titbits and watch his reaction. Even though he appeared friendly,
he never allowed us to touch or to pet him. Slowly, we befriended him and he
would follow us for some distance in our walk and then fall back when he reaches
his house. One day my mother had to go in the same route alone, late in the
evening. When she returned, it was almost dark and she was feeling a bit
afraid. Suddenly Tommy appeared from his house and began to escort her, which he
had never done before. Usually, the dogs being very territorial, wouldn’t leave
their boundaries and if they did, the dogs from the other side would chase and
may also hurt them. But that day Tommy crossed all the limits and came with
her. Other dogs began to bark in protest, but where afraid of coming anywhere
near him, owing to his huge size. He left my mother safely back home and went
away. A few months later, his appearences became irregular and we often
wondered why. One day we came to know that he was very ill and immediately went
to his house to see him. He didn’t (or maybe couldn’t) eat the biscuits we
offered but wagged his tail lightly on seeing us. He looked pathetic and we
asked the owners why they wouldn’t take him to a vet. They said that the man of
the house was out of station and so they had to wait until he returned. Tommy
did not survive to see the next day. Later we came to know that he had some
kind of tumor on his head, maybe because of which he refused to be touched.

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