Munchy

Munchy was a ‘happy dog’. He was the world’s worst dog and this is not a take from Marley And Me. I never knew dogs like Munchy exist until I saw the movie. Well, yes they do and you love them to madness all your life
Munchy never walked in the past 13 years 11 months that we were together. He jumped up on you and came down from the other side smothering you in his dog love – I called it being whitewashed and everybody from the plumber to the postman, the neighbour to all my friends got a dose of that. His red leash was a prized possession signifying that his walk time though it was never to be used otherwise ...and like I wrote he never walked...he was always running eager, excited, and impatient to be a part of everything around him.
Munchy did not listen to a word he was told, had his own mind and opinion about the world and ensured that he got away with murder - he was the most disobedient and naughty dog that ever was and yet..
He loved us to madness, guarded us with a fierce possessiveness, indulged us with an unselfish dog heart and was always there at the end of a good or a bad day trying his best to cheer us up with his terrible snips and loads of wet licks. The look he gave me in the morning while I would leave for work was of utter disgust and annoyance yet the love he gave me when I got back home was abundant and pure ... I don’t think anybody is capable of giving this kind of unselfish, non-demanding love.

The past 13 years were full of Munchy and I never noticed that he has moved out of his middle age into retirement. He was not any better behaved though and was still up to his old antics. He still chased away the crows, flipped open the lid of the open suitcases and rummaged inside, strained at his leash, licked away at the dirt on the floor and drank out of the toilet floor whenever he could get inside: and when the skies darkened and thunder rumbled and he still panicked and would not come out from beneath the couch..

I feel an empty vacuum inside my arms as I try to smell his skin and feel the soft silkiness of his fur against my cheeks. I feel his presence around me and between my legs and his dark eyes looking at me when I open the door. I see him frolic on the waves chasing the crows and pigeons when I look at the ocean. I have felt him licking away my tears as I write this and he knows he was the best dog in this world and I would not settle for anything else other than him...