
Champa is a stray dog living down our street for at least the past 6 years. And it is because of Shirley that I know all the great dogs on my street and around, including Champa. Champa appears deceptively ferocious, until you experience how incredibly kind a dog she is!
Champa has no puppies of her own, having undergone sterilization very early. She raised two puppies - Boney and Fanny who had strayed into our locality. Champa taught them to fight, find food, defend territory, and most importantly - to be nice! As a puppy, Shirley often ran to Champa, much to our horror. With time we saw how Champa treated Shirley like family, and before we knew it, Champa, Fanny, Boney and Shirley had formed a team! Its been 4 years now that the team continues its supreme reign in our locality.
Earlier this year, precisely on 15th June 2011, when I heard yelps and wails from down the window, to see that Champa was being tugged with a rope looped around her neck. In numb terror we flew down to her, by which time she had been locked inside the BMC Dog Van. As I argued with the Dog Control people for her release, trying to make sense of the matter at the same time, a short and frail old man came limping angrily towards us, claiming that he had ordered for her capturing, as he had been BITTEN by her. . . Through our panicked daze, we stood on as the man unbuckled and pulled down his pants to reveal a thick pile of cotton taped high on the side of his thigh - that seemed to settle the matter immediately, and before we knew it, the van drove away leaving me with the name of the shelter where Champa was being taken and the assurance of getting her back within a week. I cried and wondered in anger, why this happened to a wonderful soul like Champa, in her old age.
But Heema and I decided that we would not take it lying down, and would go to the heart of the matter. We immediately took the 6 pm Churchgate Local to reach Mahalaxmi Dog Pound. It had gone dark when we reached the shelter, outside which the van was parked with Champa still inside. We saw with helpless resentment as she was taken inside, caught at the back of her neck, to a caged room with several other dogs. We called out to her in vain, she did not respond to her name. We offered her biscuits, but she just gazed emptily at a wall. We went home in deep pain, the streets were not the same without Champa.
The next day I visited Champa with some food and a resolve to bring her back with us. There are some 'scenes' in our life that get permanently imprinted on our memory - and seeing Champa sitting there magnificently behind the bars in the shelter, was one such unforgettable sight (which moved me to tears at that instant). She did not recognize me again that day, nor did she eat. The BMC doctor and Dog Control officials suggested that I write an application if I wanted her release before the stipulated 7 days' remand. I was very sure that Champa was innocent, and I decided to take some serious steps.
That day, we drafted a letter claiming her innocence which was signed by a whopping 36 local residents within that evening and early next morning. Armed with the application we set out to get back Champa. Just then, I had an unbelievable sighting. The same old man, who claimed to be bitten by Champa. But something was weird - he was swiftly striding down the footpath at an unbelievable pace. A mere 30 hours back - I quickly recollected - he was limping red faced with rage.
"Champa!" I called out without a faint hope of a response, when, a bushy brown tail wagged and she trotted up to the bars to meet me. I submitted the application and did the formalities. It seemed like eternity until finally, Champa was placed inside a specially designed Omni van for dogs, and then - we drove back to good old Vile Parle, Sant Janabai Road! Champa sniffed her way around and reunited with Fanny and Boney and Shirley.
The two nights that Champa was away, were spent sleeplessly. Champa is very old and is lame in one leg. She is strong, but we were thrown in dark desperate fear of losing her, afraid that she might give up under trauma. That night was my first experience of that immediate and desperate need to hold back someone we desperately love. I realized, just how much, I loved Champa.
Champa, this IS for you.