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Today I am having my weekly Saturday visit to the Quarantine kennels near Birmingham. My doggie Mowgli must stay there for 6 months (till May 11th) because of Rabies laws in the UK. I so, so miss him. When I put him on the plane in India I was so worried about him because he is gentle and scared of loud noises. I found Mowgli 2 years ago on a street in Panjim Goa; he'd been hit by a car and was almost dying. He was about 6 weeks old, and was bleeding and being eaten by fleas. He was also starving hungry. I thought the vet would put him to sleep but he said he would be ok so I kept him. Today he is the lovliest companion to me and being separated from him really hurts. Today when I visit him I'm taking some fresh broiler chicken and rice and a bone to chew. Last week I took him a coat for when the temperature goes down. At the moment its about 3 degrees but it will go minus 10 before winter is out. For an Indian dog thats quite serious. But I have had a heat lamp fitted in his kennel for night time. I just miss cuddling him and him being there every time I turn around. They say the English are crazy about their dog and they are right. There is nothing I wouldnt do for him. Theres a famous story here about a man who had a dog for years and years and when the man died the dog lay on his grave, never moving again, and died there. Mowgli is almost a part of me and until he returns I nurse a gaping hole in my heart. But today I at least will have a few hours with him.