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Wasoolie's POV
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Six Months Later
It's been six months since my world turned upside down. Six long months of waiting, hoping, and missing the two most important people in my life: my mumma and dadda. I know you've been waiting to hear from me. You all probably know me as Wasoolie, the golden retriever who brought joy and love to the Shekhawat and Rajput families. But right now, I'm not feeling very joyful. You see, my mumma, Ruhanika, is in a deep sleep—dadda says she's very ill, and the doctors call it a coma. I don't fully understand what that means, but I know it means she's not here with me, and that makes me very sad.
Over these past six months, everyone in the family has tried so hard to cheer me up. They bring me new toys and treats and even take me on long walks. But how can I be happy when my mumma and dadda aren't around? They were the center of my world. Mumma always played with me, throwing my favorite ball for me to fetch. Dadda would laugh and join in, his eyes twinkling with happiness. Now, our home feels empty, and the laughter has disappeared.
Mumma found me when I was just a tiny puppy, barely a month old, abandoned in a basket near a trash heap. She brought me home, not because she wanted a pet, but because she saw in me a fellow soul in need of love and care. Back then, it was just the two of us against the world. Her foster family was cruel and heartless, treating her with such coldness that it broke my little heart. They would hurt her, and I would hide under her bed, trembling with fear and sadness.
Sometimes, they would even turn their cruelty on me, and we would cry together, holding each other for comfort. Despite everything, mumma always tried to be strong.
She would stroke my fur and whisper, "It's okay, Wasoolie. We'll be okay. We have each other." And that was enough for me because having her was all I needed.
Then, one day, our world changed. Mumma met Abhinav, a man who brought light and hope into our lives. He was kind and loving, and for the first time, mumma had someone who truly cared for her. It wasn't long before I found myself surrounded by more people who loved us—mumma's real family, the Rajputs, and Abhinav's family, the Shekhawats. They welcomed us with open arms, and for the first time, I experienced what it felt like to be part of a family, to be loved and cherished.
But now, mumma is in a coma, and the joy we once knew has vanished. Everyone in the family is trying to keep their spirits up, trying to comfort each other and me, but it's hard. They bring me toys, treats, and take me on walks, but how can I be happy when my mumma and dadda are not with me? My dadda, Abhinav, is also hurting. He sits by mumma's side, holding her hand, but he doesn't talk to me or anyone else. He's lost in his own world of pain and grief, and it breaks my heart to see him like this.
