Friday, January 29, 2021
Piru came just skin and bone, so thin that he could barely stand on his legs. The little guy jumps up to you with his frail body and does everything he can to be with you. A carer who wants to sit down for a while, he immediately crawls into their lap and wants to stay there. We will never know where he came from, nor how he survived it all, but he is still there. We also fight for that one life that came into our midst along with the many other unfortunates that just end up on the street at random.
Often, when my mind wanders for a moment, I imagine how I would experience that, you really should do that. Imagine: suddenly you are on the street, towards the evening the light goes out and the bustle of the busy people is gradually diminishing. Everyone goes to his own house and lives his life, but you stand outside and see the family eating and being together. The dog of the house gets a hug and a piece from the table. Your stomach rumbles with hunger but remains empty, yearning for a bite for strength and energy. The night falls and you lie somewhere in a hidden corner where the cold and the loneliness, the despair, surrounds you. The days are long, the nights even longer. You're not expecting anyone, nobody is looking for you. And then two hands come and take you up and take you ... first to a killing station, another hell, and then to us.
Sometimes, when my mind wanders, I often think of all our dogs and kittens who have had a similar experiences, one by one, and then I think ... fortunately we are there and stand up for them, fight and carry on, no matter how difficult.
Our little skinny guy ... I hope you survive and may soon become happy somewhere.That we will then get that one message and a photo where your eyes sparkle with happiness and you never have to worry again or be left in a dark street.
For more information about little, skinny Piru, please click on his name.
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