Fu-Chu, my grandmother’s cherished Pekingese, was more than just a pet— She was a pint-sized monarch presiding over her home with a quiet, dignified authority.
Draped in a silken coat of cream and gold, she moved through the rooms with the deliberate grace of royalty. My grandmother doted on her with unwavering devotion, spoon feeding her meals with more care than her own and speaking to her in a tone reserved for the dearest of confidants. She was the Boss of other breeds we had at that time, Labradors, Pointers and Golden Retrievers.

Whether nestled at her feet during afternoon tea or barking imperiously at guests, Fu-Chu was the heart of her routine, the soul of her quiet world, and the loyal guardian of countless unspoken memories.

My dadisa was the Princess of Rajgarh. Youngest to the four daughters of Maharaja Birendra Singh Ji.

Stella and Fu-chu