New Delhi, April 10 -- Gogol, you have crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge. You lived a great life of fun and frolic, gave us so much joy, love and happiness for 16 years and three months.

As the legend goes, pets who were close to someone on earth enter a lush, green meadow when they die. They are healed there, restored to their youth, and live without pain, while they wait to be reunited with the dear ones they had to leave behind.

For now, let me write a letter to you, Gogol. Remember how you used to read newspapers with me, that too the business papers? I am sure you will read this letter even though you won't be able to write back. We will catch up when we meet.

My son Sujan, then in his late teens, brought you home in November 200...