Many years ago, a small puppy, brown and skin colored, came to our house. Together we named him Scooby. Little Scooby was very cute and his little hands and feet looked very cute. He kept following us all while wagging his small tail. He had a habit of pulling clothes and he has torn many of my clothes. But mom and dad never scolded him, instead it was I who got scolded that I was the one who did mischief. Even my younger sister had a habit of never keeping her things safe after coming back from school, but after Scooby's arrival, she started keeping all her things safe. There is a cow in our house so that we can drink pure milk. However, after milking the cow, mom used to pour milk first to Scooby. Even if there was no milk, mom would reduce our tea and pour milk in his bowl. Gradually he became everyone's favorite in the house but he always followed his mother the most. Once, my sister and I were fighting with each other and I picked up my mother's shoes to hit my sister. But Scooby came running and snatched the shoes from my hand and took them to mom. If the shoe is mine, he tears it, but if it belongs to my mother, he keeps it safely. Gradually Scooby started growing up and became quite handsome. The people around us would see him and say, bring such a dog to us. Otherwise give this. But my father and grandfather were not at all ready to give it to him. After some time his back legs became paralyzed. Now he did not have to get up and leave. But if he had to go to the toilet, he would try to drag himself outside so that he would not go inside. So we picked him up in our hands and started taking him outside. So that he does not suffer. If we went out, he would wag his tail and signal to pick him up and take him outside. We showed him a lot but to no avail and he died on the day of Durgashtami. After his death we buried him at home. Also, we buried his neckband and whatever other things he had along with him.
