Gedenkseite von Don Bhawalkar Narlikar

My dearest Donny, how deeply you are missed. We have pictures of you everywhere. Your few belongings are my most precious treasures. We remember you everyday. New friends look at your photos, hear some of your stories, and have endless questions about the handsome #VeryGoodBoy who transformed our lives. You are very much alive in our world, albeit in a different way from the old way that I so miss - and perhaps you miss too. My grief is overwhelming, but I am grateful for the many ways in which you still grace our lives. Thank you, dear friend, my best friend. One day, we will meet again, in the land where there are no sorrows and no good-byes. And oh what a riot of laughter, play, and song we will have then! We will live the joys of our old memories, and we will have many new adventures together. And all your wishes - yes, every single one of them - will come true. For the gods are kind and know that my bestest #VeryGoodBoy deserves all that he ever hoped for, and then loads more. You are deeply missed, beloved boy. With all my love, prayers, thanks and blessings, Amrita (nicht dein Frauchen, sondern deine beste Freundin)

In liebevollem Gedenken eine wunderschöne♡Rose für dich süßer 🤍 🥀Donny 🥀🤍 ins Regenbogenland. Auch wenn die Sehnsucht schwer wiegt bleibt uns die tröstliche Zuversicht, dass die schönen Erinnerungen für immer in unseren Herzen weiterleuchten. Liebe Amrita, von Herzen eine kraftspendende Umarmung für die Seele. In emotionaler Verbundenheit Gaby mit ♡☙Snowy☙♡

My dearest friend, Donny, I miss you greatly. I miss sitting together in the window - your window - and watching the seasons change. I miss walking with you in every weather. I miss you leaning with all your weight against my legs, sitting by my feet as I worked. I miss the privilege of being able to keep my promise in return - to drop everything in that minute, just to stroke your warm, honey-coloured fur and speak with you with my full attention. I miss your gentle sighs - your way of so sweetly reassuring me of your supportive presence in the most unobtrusive, most polite manner. I miss your loyalty, your kindness, your humor, your spirit of adventure, your rowdy games, your quiet camaraderie. I miss you, friend, and I miss the person who I used to be when I was with you. To have been your person will always be my greatest honour. In this life and across all my lives. With all my love, thanks, blessings and prayers, Amrita (nicht dein Frauchen, sondern deine beste Freundin)

Dearest Donny, Today I stumbled across a quote: "Death is just a change, not an end". I liked it and wanted to share it with you. Perhaps it is even a beginning: a first step towards the land where there are no sorrows and no good-byes. And even though it pains me everyday to think that you had to take that step without me, I am sure our favourite gods accompanied you then as they accompany you now. For you were the bestest #VeryGoodBoy in the whole wide world, and deserve only the bestest in every life. When we meet again, we will make up for this lost time. And the gods will laugh to see such riotous joy in their world, and some of them will join us in playing all your favourite games. Until then, I hope you hear your songs sung from here, and know that you are just as loved as you always were. Missing you, my lovely, kind boy. Amrita

Dearest Donny, Another 8th of another month, but also 8th of the lunar calendar, reminding you and me that 8 is for infinity: our infinite friendship that transcends space and time. Here's wishing you all the eternal joy that you brought us. And that in the infinity of all worlds, I will always choose you. With all my love, prayers, blessings and thanks, Amrita (nicht dein Frauchen, sondern deine beste Freundin)

Dearest Donny, it is three years ago to this day that we had had a celebration together. The honouree had requested cream rolls, one of which you too had gladly partaken of, to her immense delight. It was always special when you took interest in a new food, so I was very pleased too. No celebration has been the same, since then. Five days earlier, you had stood in the balcony, on your hind legs, leaning next to me. I was worried, and you - even though a bit slower and older than your former self - had stood with me in solidarity and with your characteristic desire to help and keep a lookout. A very large group of people was crossing the street - they looked like they were attending a conference of some kind - saw you peering above the parapet and were utterly enchanted. They had laughed and waved to you, and you had politely wagged your tail and wiggled your ears, but still stayed focused on me. And when it turned out that my worries had been uncalled for, all of us went out for a celebratory walk together - by then, the sky had turned grey, but you were the sun that always lit up your family's heart. To have been your person will always be the greatest honour of my life. You are greatly missed, dear friend. With all my love, prayers, thanks and blessings, Amrita (nicht dein Frauchen, sondern deine beste Freundin)

Beloved boy, dearest Donny, Two years and nine months later, I remain overwhelmed with the sorrow of knowing how much you worried about your family and how much care you took of us - and how much you must have worried yourself on the day, wondering how I would survive without you. I hope the gods reassured you that you had earned your rest, that they would look after all of us together, that you have no reason to worry. Perhaps they really did, which is why you played so lovingly with us as you did, even on that last, impossibly difficult day. I hope you are with the greatest and sweetest of the gods, who play all your favourite games with you, sing you your favourite songs, and treat you with all your favourite foods. And if there were any one prayer of mine that could be granted, it will always be this: may all your wishes, across time and space, come true; may your bright eyes always shine with joy; may your beautiful bushy tail always wag with delight; may you revel in more happiness than you could have even dreamed of. For you were the bestest very good boy in the whole wide world. And always will be. In tearful gratitude and with all my love, blessings and prayers, Amrita (nicht dein Frauchen, sondern deine best Freundin)

Dearest Don, On the auspicious day of Akshayatritiya today, we remember your Akshaya - infinite - love and loyalty, which still, always, accompany us. Thank you, beloved boy. With all my love, blessings, thanks and prayers, Amrita (nicht dein Frauchen, sondern deine beste Freundin)

Dearest Donny, on this 8th of another month, when my own words fail me, I turn to the poem below. You will always be a portion of the loveliness, that you once made more lovely. Missing you. All my love, Amrita "He is not dead, this friend — not dead, But in the path we mortals tread Got some few, trifling steps ahead And nearer to the end; So that you too, once past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend You fancy dead. Push gaily on, strong heart! The while You travel forward mile by mile, He loiters with a backward smile Till you can overtake, And strains his eyes to search his wake, Or whistling, as he sees you through the brake, Waits on a stile." - Robert Louis Stevenson

Dearest Donny, Just a little reminder to you: you were the bestest little good boy in the whole wide world, and I could not have asked for a better friend. Every hour, every minute with you was perfection itself - from the first day to the last. We remember you every single day - from your kindness, generosity, cheer and intelligence, to your pony-walk and your delightful games. Little Kaju seems to be picking up on many of your old habits - we do not know how this is so, and cannot help but marvel at the ways she increasingly reminds us of you. I miss you, dear friend. Thank you for all that you were to us, and also what you always will be. With all my love, thanks and prayers, Amrita (nicht dein Frauchen, sondern deine beste Freundin)