I cannot hold sadness, the smallest of things have me tearing up.
But my mother, she's strong. I've seen her defend the people she love with great firocity . I've always wondered why I hadn't inherited it.
But she hates pets. All kinds of them. Dogs , cats you name them. She's the reason I don't know how to pet a puppy, maybe part of the reason why i can't selflessly help an injured animal.
But animals had a way of finding my mom. They'd always go upto her, I've never seen her feed one. That's when Tinku came, the big kitten who came into our house without an invitation. Amma would tell him not to get inside and he'd come in anyway. He'd go sit next to my mother or just rub against her. She never pated him. He stole all our hearts, mine my sister's my dad's. The best cat in the world. Never steals, never does anything he is not supposed to.
Then Tinku developed a tumor . We took him to a hospital. He died after a week or so.
And my mother cried . She said this was the reason she hated pets, they had such.. Small lives.
