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puppies i miss before i forget, 2 other important events i want to mark down as well:-finally got bite no. 6 in 1 ½ years yesterday afternoon. right after i opened the grill and prepared for a full day out, of walking. but thank god it wasn't serious enough to disable me from walking. actually i think he (my temperamental dog) originally wanted to sink his teeth in and puncture my left foot not far from the old puncture wound from his previous bite, but i managed to lift my leg out of his mouth in time (it couldn't quite get a grip since my leg wasn't a bite-size finger) and that was when he lunged up in anger and grabbed my third toe with his teeth. and since he held on and his weight pulled me down i couldn't exactly let go. bad dog. i always make the mistake of petting him. -during the week i fell ill, the neighbour's son, who was living alone for awhile, threw away the 6 puppies that his parents' dog gave birth to (actually it's not really their dog, it's a stray but it keeps coming into their house at night to sleep since there's a hole in the fence, and they only stopped chasing it out after there was a foiled robbery attempt at their house) on a friday night. well ok at least we can give the son credit for telling my dad where he threw them (which was in a deep longkang quite some distance from the house, thank god it didn't rain all night or they would've drowned to death, there being no way to climb out) but he is a real idiot for throwing them away just like that. one of the many idiots in our country who throw away dogs for fun thinking nothing of their well-being or what happens if they die horrible deaths. so my parents, being dog-lovers, rescued them and let 4 them stay in a barricaded area in our house for one night. i managed to play with them a little even though i was sick -- in fact, it was good therapy to play with them cos it made me forget how awful i felt (physically) for the moment. the next day it was a sad sunday because it was time for them to go. my parents arranged for them to be sent over to an animal shelter run by a church aunty's husband. i know all puppies can't be saved but i pray every day that god will give them good homes to go to (meaning owners who won't abuse them) and they won't have to be put down. pray for them too if you feel touched. meanwhile, the other 2 got adopted by mah mah (i've mentioned her before in my old posts) and my aunt who live together. pretty timely too since their current dog, jack, is getting old (poor jack, these days he's getting left out of the attention). actually, much earlier than this, the dog (which my mother unappealingly nicknamed "mangy") gave birth to 7 black puppies (it's a miracle how all of them survived, since even when my puppies were born, not all of them remained alive), and the 7th was just as healthy as the rest. but this stupid son of a gun didn't bother to like put up some kind of netting on his gate, and puppies being puppies, some of them crawled out when they saw their mom. their mom, being a stray, is out often during the day and when the puppies were around sometimes she would just linger outside the gates. and you can guess what happened when the 7th crawled out. no one knows how or exactly when it happened, but one morning my parents, after driving out for their early breakfast, came back and saw it half-crushed to death at the side of the road just in front of the neighbour's house. that day it was very hard for me to take that (most possibly; i can't be sure since most of them were all black) the same puppy who was (and thereafter always became) the first to come out of hiding and allow itself to be touched by me got run over by a car so young in its age (only a few weeks old). because we had some sort of short history together (and i'm glad even for those innocent, short-lived 'safe' moments we had when the puppies were shielded from danger). i used to come over and play with the puppies when my dad was caretaking the place for awhile (the neighbour parents were on vacation and their son was probably working outstation or something) and though the frequency of my visits were forcibly short (i only came 2 times cos my mother feared, and rightly so it turns out, that if we came too often the puppies would get bolder, be more likely to roam further, crawl out of the house and get run over by cars), it was enough to for me to form a personal attachment to them. especially the one who made an impression. i still remember when i first called them out and one of them was the first to boldly come out of their hiding place (under all those tools a house usually has outside) and come running to me, small little tail, wagging. i remember holding it up. such a poor, innocent, friendly little thing. my only comfort is that maybe god wanted to spare it from a horrible future life. and i just hope that it is somewhere safe and happy, if there is a heaven for dogs. it has gone to where my other dogs and puppies have gone and i hope god has a good holding place for his animals. up till now i'm still not sure where dogs go after they die. anybody wanna offer me the answer? |
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