Recently we shifted to a new house. Almost two days we were busy getting things out of our old home, where we stayed for almost 30 years. While getting the things down to the new house, I saw a little black dog limping towards our gate. She had a wound on the left leg and was unable to walk. She stayed for a while and went off. I didn't notice her for much time as we were busy unloading things and arranging them. At the end of the day we were left with very little energy. Tired and with body pains all of us fell on the floor like scattered pieces of paper and slept.
The next day we started putting things in the shelfs and laying beds and stuff like that. I couldn't imagine what it takes to shift a house. So many things: little, big and tiny. So many books, so many garments, so much of furniture...my GOD ! I wonder how they existed in the old house. I felt as if the old house was a magical box from which you can take out things and you'll never get a chance to empty it and your hands are always full :-). After a while I saw this dog at the gate. She stared for a while and then slept near the gate. Went near the gate to see the wound. She was really terrible. She had a portion of skin peeled off on her leg. It was too big for this little one. I didn't know what to do.
Then I got busy with work and time turned quickly and the sun went down. It was about 8:00 at night when we were having dinner. The dog was at the gate again after she disappeared for a while. Now she started barking in hunger. I could feel the helplessness in her bark. I wish these creatures could speak like us and we could understand them better. We didn't chase her off and allowed her to lie down at the gate. I asked Mother if we could allow her to sleep inside the gate. But she said that it would be better if the dog stayed outside. That whole night I slept thinking of the dog and doing some help. When I got up in the morning my Father mentioned that it rained heavily last night. And immediately I asked Mother about the dog. She said that when my brother came last night while it was raining, he saw the dog crying. He then allowed it inside to sleep under a cloth. I felt relieved and then slowly went out to see her, which was sleeping quietly under the steps like a black snake, fully folded.
She slept for quite a while and got up late in the morning. She was limping and trying to run around us. I felt she wanted to play with us and make friends. My mother who is already sick with our pet dog, Tuffy, insisted to keep her away. Our pet dog Tuffy is a very sweet, friendly and good-looking Pomeranian. He did make some sounds after looking at this new intruder. The black dog was kept outside the gate again and she continued to stay there. I thought of taking the dog to hospital , but then I asked my Father whether we can call Blue-Cross and ask them to take this dog who can treat her well and take care of her. Finally I made a call and they said it will be taken tomorrow. By that time we decided to make first-aid to her. Searched for the medical-kit we had and finally got it like a pearl from the dust. My youngest brother and I caught the dog and somehow managed to plaster the wound. I suppose she was not comfortable and the dog started taking it off. After shouting for a while she seemed to understand and slept near the gate. Once in a while she shouted as if she was craving for love and care with hunger. When she was having ,food I could feel what she was going through. And the whole day she stayed near the gate and once in a while shouted when scared by few street dogs.
The next day I was at office. I knew they (Blue-Cross) would come and call me, but forgot the phone at the desk and went to the bank. Saw almost 8 missed calls after I returned. They asked for the address with details and some landmarks. I called up my father to confirm whether she is at home. She seemed to be missing and told them to come tomorrow. After a while I got a call from Blue-Cross if she was available. Again called Father and it seems she returned to home. At last they came to home and took her away. I was somewhat disturbed the whole day unhappy and sad about her. I wish I could keep and took care of her. I don't know if I had did right by giving it to Blue-Cross. I inquired them about what would be done with her. They said that she will be treated first, then neutered and left at some place where food is available. I presumed that they would keep her with them in a kennel. So the truth is that she will be relocated somewhere in the city outskirts. I don't think that things will be different for her. I couldn't forget her and kept discussing about her with my colleagues.
I can only pray and hope that she is fine wherever she is and hope people treat animals with love and care if not like their pets. In fact whenever I see a dog it suddenly reminds me of my lovely pet "Tuffy". I feel love has its many forms and one lies in humanity and treating others as if you treat yourself.
Then I got busy with work and time turned quickly and the sun went down. It was about 8:00 at night when we were having dinner. The dog was at the gate again after she disappeared for a while. Now she started barking in hunger. I could feel the helplessness in her bark. I wish these creatures could speak like us and we could understand them better. We didn't chase her off and allowed her to lie down at the gate. I asked Mother if we could allow her to sleep inside the gate. But she said that it would be better if the dog stayed outside. That whole night I slept thinking of the dog and doing some help. When I got up in the morning my Father mentioned that it rained heavily last night. And immediately I asked Mother about the dog. She said that when my brother came last night while it was raining, he saw the dog crying. He then allowed it inside to sleep under a cloth. I felt relieved and then slowly went out to see her, which was sleeping quietly under the steps like a black snake, fully folded.
She slept for quite a while and got up late in the morning. She was limping and trying to run around us. I felt she wanted to play with us and make friends. My mother who is already sick with our pet dog, Tuffy, insisted to keep her away. Our pet dog Tuffy is a very sweet, friendly and good-looking Pomeranian. He did make some sounds after looking at this new intruder. The black dog was kept outside the gate again and she continued to stay there. I thought of taking the dog to hospital , but then I asked my Father whether we can call Blue-Cross and ask them to take this dog who can treat her well and take care of her. Finally I made a call and they said it will be taken tomorrow. By that time we decided to make first-aid to her. Searched for the medical-kit we had and finally got it like a pearl from the dust. My youngest brother and I caught the dog and somehow managed to plaster the wound. I suppose she was not comfortable and the dog started taking it off. After shouting for a while she seemed to understand and slept near the gate. Once in a while she shouted as if she was craving for love and care with hunger. When she was having ,food I could feel what she was going through. And the whole day she stayed near the gate and once in a while shouted when scared by few street dogs.
The next day I was at office. I knew they (Blue-Cross) would come and call me, but forgot the phone at the desk and went to the bank. Saw almost 8 missed calls after I returned. They asked for the address with details and some landmarks. I called up my father to confirm whether she is at home. She seemed to be missing and told them to come tomorrow. After a while I got a call from Blue-Cross if she was available. Again called Father and it seems she returned to home. At last they came to home and took her away. I was somewhat disturbed the whole day unhappy and sad about her. I wish I could keep and took care of her. I don't know if I had did right by giving it to Blue-Cross. I inquired them about what would be done with her. They said that she will be treated first, then neutered and left at some place where food is available. I presumed that they would keep her with them in a kennel. So the truth is that she will be relocated somewhere in the city outskirts. I don't think that things will be different for her. I couldn't forget her and kept discussing about her with my colleagues.
I can only pray and hope that she is fine wherever she is and hope people treat animals with love and care if not like their pets. In fact whenever I see a dog it suddenly reminds me of my lovely pet "Tuffy". I feel love has its many forms and one lies in humanity and treating others as if you treat yourself.
