Finished reading #ThinkingOfWinter, and the best way I can describe this book is: a warm hug on cold winter days.🐶
Right in the 1st chapter, when Shantanu says “there are no bad dogs”, it instantly took me back to my own dog. We had him for 14 years. From being the mischievous puppy of the house, he grew into a wise old guardian. It’s been 3 years since he passed away, and there’s still a quiet hole in my heart as I write this.
One story stays with me. One day, he stopped eating because a stray puppy had appeared on our street. He refused food until we fed her first. This became a daily ritual. Eventually, he demanded that we take her in — and just like that, Moti got a puppy adopted.
We cared for her, but something was wrong. I think Moti always knew. After scans, we found she had a brain tumor — something that couldn’t be treated. She lived with us for a year, and when she passed away, Moti didn’t eat for a week. 🦮
After that, our home slowly became a safe spot — for stray dogs and cats, sparrows, and birds. Even our cat, who grew up around Moti, carries that kindness forward. She sneaks in stray kittens while we’re asleep, shares her food, and sometimes meows until we help a kitten in trouble. And if I catch her doing this while I’m working late, she’ll bring me a treat (a half-killed mouse) the very next day — her way of saying thanks for not “rat”-ting her out.😹
Winter, in this book, represents all of this — quiet kindness, unconditional love, and the purity animals bring into our lives. It reminds us that warmth doesn’t always come from the sun; sometimes it comes from compassion, presence, and care.
Thinking of Winter is a comforter full of love, and honestly, the world needs more reminders like this.
Very well written and could not ask for a better Christmas celebration.
#thinkingofwinter #doglove #unconditionallove❤️