Often we see people throwing cold or hot water on streeties to keep them off their porch or to keep them away from sleeping around their house. This is cruelty and when you confront such people, very flagrantly they’d say, “We’re still better off. Atleast we didn’t hit him.” It’s sad that they consider this some sort of mercy and are unable to see what exactly is so wrong with their idea of mercy. I remember this poor pup we used to call Blackie, in our locality. We often used to feed her. My dog is not very friendly but somehow Blackie made her way into his heart. And since she was so small she’d sneak into my home through the gates to play with him. But as she grew up she couldn’t. Still she’d come around to say a quick Hie and take her treats quite often.
They were 3 in the litter. This guy used to pour milk for her mum along with her brothers and also allowed them to rest on his porch. This was when they had just came into this world. As soon as the pups were a month old he turned cruel towards them. He started shooing them away whenever they came around. He took measures like pouring cold water on them. It was cold and chilly January.During the same winters, she was sort of unwell due to getting drenched in the rain for two whole days. My brother found her lying lethargic in a muddy puddle on the side of wet and cold concrete road. He came back home to tell us. It had been a few days already and she hadn’t come for her treats and we were sort of worried. Later when the drizzles finally stopped after 4 days and sun was out, she came by to that man’s house looking for some warmth thinking of that porch to be her home, where she had had some of the best days of her life, playing, rolling and lying in the safety and shade of that porch. And the guy poured chilled water on her. We came to know about this later and when she came by to our house, for some respite. My heart shattered looking at her condition. My mum instantly knew that she’s on the verge of crossing the rainbow bridge. We tried to feed her but she didn’t eat anything and kept continuously wailing and yowling and begging from us to make her suffering stop. Those eyes, they still haunt me. Those eyes were welled up with tears and filled with rheum and green gunk. she was burning hot and shaking feverishly. I wish we could’ve done anything more. I wish we had. That night she left and never came back. We found her lying in the grasses some two days later. And that day I lost another piece of my heart to human brutality. She was only three months old at that time.
Last modified: June 25, 2020
