An incident which I witnessed yesterday brought me back to the years when my pups were still alive. We had 7 or 9 pups and 2 were officially mine. One was Dee Dee and the other Dingo. Both were equally playful. I love them with all my heart though they tried to rip the skin off my hands a few times but failed *LOL*. It was one evening when my mom came back from town and as usual she parked her car in front of the gate, went down to open the gate. Then I heard her shouting and yelling my name; asking me to come out. I ran out and to my horror, I saw Dingo sprawled in front of the front tyre. My mind went blank. She will be okay, maybe only her paws are injured. As I walked towards her, I saw that part of her right face was crushed by the front tyre. My mom was crying; terrified and didn't know what to do.
Hot tears streamed down my pale and shocked face. I started crying. How could this be happening? She's just a lil pup, there's still a long way to go. I turned to look everywhere and saw the bitch staring down at Dingo. Cold and dead as she was...I'm sure the bitch felt the same way as I did. On the other side, my bro's pup was licking something off the floor and OMFG it was some fragments of brain that must have splashed somewhere. As I lifted her up for the very last time to see her, my heart was broken into pieces looking at the lifeless carcass. Its body was still warm. I was then told to put it in the bin. I know it sounds cruel but the land at the back of my house was too shallow to bury it. And there's no cemetery for animals.
Memories of my pups will always be part of me as a person who love dogs. I'm glad that there are people who do their part by helping stray animals get shelter and try to get them adopted. May god bless the unfortunate souls of animals and the people who make dogs part of their lives.
~RIP Dee Dee & Dingo~
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