**This is a repost of an old post. There were many posts made in the early stages of the blog, which have or haven’t received the viewership they probably should have. This is the first of many reposts to be made once in a while. Hope you like it**
This photo is of the street pup (and it’s family!) me and my family literally raised. This one is actually the mother’s 2nd time off springs. The entire 1st batch died (sadly!) or the remaining cute ones were taken away.
This time we made sure that we raise them and they survive. This is from 2009.
There were 4 of them when this picture was taken.
These pups went through a lot. After complaints from some residents (who could ever complain about these innocent souls!), the municipal corp. took ‘em away, cut their ear to mark them, and left them in the streets.
We thought they were gone for good. Everyone was sad, my little sister probably the saddest. We actually cried for these pups (of course we would, they were our own!).
But about a week later, they came back! I was in my room on the 1st floor when I heard a pup barking. I ran down the house and into the adjacent bi-lane. We hugged and cried, literally (crying was mainly done by us, tail wagging and licking by them ).
All 4 of them died a few weeks later, sadly.
“An animal’s eyes have the power to speak a great language.”
~ Martin Buber
- Preetam Nath