1 month - My mother
takes very good care of me. She is really an exemplary mother.
2 months - Today I was
separated from my mother. She was very restless and with her eyes bade me
good-bye. I hope my new human family will take as good care of me as she has.
4 months - I have grown
very rapidly, everything attracts my attention. There are several children in
the house who are like little brothers to me. We play a lot, they pull on my
tail and I give them little bites in good fun.
5 months - Today I was
yelled at. My mistress was all upset because I peed inside the house. But I was
never told where exactly I should do it. I also sleep in the hall. I was very
unhappy about that!
8 months - I am a very
happy dog! I have the warmth of a home, I feel so safe, so protected ... I think that my human family loves me. The
courtyard is all mine and, oftentimes, I exceed myself, digging the ground like
my ancestors, the wolves, to hide the food. They never try to teach me
anything. It must be all right then, all these things I am doing!
12 months - Today I am
one year old. I am an adult dog. But my masters say that I have grown more than
they had expected. How proud they must be of me!
13 months - Today I was
tied up. I was almost unable to move, to catch a sunbeam when I feel cold, or
to shade myself when the sun is on high. They say they are going to observe me
and that I am ungrateful. I don't understand a thing of what is happening to
me.
15 months - All is
changed now ... They keep me locked up in the veranda. I feel very lonely. My
human family doesn't want me any more. Sometimes they forget that I am thirsty
and hungry. When it rains, I don't have a roof above my head ...
16 months - Today they
removed me from the veranda. I was sure that my human family had forgiven me. I
was so happy that I was leaping with excitement. My tail was working like a
fan. What's more, I thought they were going to take me for a walk! We took the
direction of the highway and, all of a sudden, they stopped the car, opened the
door and I got out, happy, thinking that we would spend the day in the country.
I don't understand why they closed the door and left. Listen, wait! I barked.
They have forgotten me ... I run after the car with all my strength. My anguish
grew as I started to understand, as I was out of breath and they were not
stopping, that they had abandoned me!
17 months - I looked in
vain for the way back home. I am alone and feel lost. On my wanderings, I meet
some people with a good heart who look at me with sorrow and give me some food.
I thank them with my eyes, from the bottom of my soul. I wish they would adopt
me. I would be loyal like none before me! But they just say: poor little dog,
it must be lost.
18 months - Some days
ago, I went by a school and saw many children and youngsters like my “little brothers”.
I got closer and a group of those youngsters, laughing, threw a shower of
stones at me, just to see “who would aim best". One of those stones hit me
in one eye and, since, I can't see at all with it.
19 months - It's
incredible. When I was better looking, people took pity on me. I am very week
now, and look awful. I have lost one eye, and people show me the broom when I
try to rest in the shade somewhere.
20 months - I find it
increasingly difficult to move. Today, while trying to cross the street, I was
hit by a car. I was in the pedestrian crossing zone, but I will never forget
the satisfied look of the driver, who even praised himself for having hit me. I
wish he had indeed killed me! But he only dislocated my hind legs! The pain is
insufferable! The legs are not obeying me, and only with great difficulty was I
able to drag myself to the grass on the roadside. For ten days I have been
exposed to the burning sun, the hard rain, the cold, without food. I can no
longer move. The pain is insufferable. I am in a very humid place, and it looks
like that even my hair is falling. Some passers-by do not even notice me; others
say: don't come any closer. I am almost unconscious, but a bit of strength from
deep inside forces me to open my eyes. The sweetness of her voice made me
react. Poor little dog, look how they have left you, it was saying. With her
was a man in a white apron who touched me and said: I am sorry, lady, but this
dog won't make it. It's better to help him out of his suffering. The kind lady,
tears flowing down her cheeks, acquiesced. As well as I could, I moved my tail
and thanked her, with my eyes, for helping me to finally rest in peace. While I
was feeling the slight prickle of the needle, before that long lasting sleep,
my last thought was: why did I have to be born, if no one wanted me?
(Author unknown;
Author’s note:
“Friends! The solution
is not to abandon or cast away a dog, but to educate it. Do not turn into a
problem for society such a lovable and grateful friend.
Help in making the
ignorant aware of their ignorance and thus end the ill -treatment of all
animals, especially strays.
Forward this story to as
many people as possible. It only takes a minute!
*In the course of his
development towards culture man acquired a dominating position over his
fellow-creatures in the animal kingdom. Not content with this supremacy,
however, he began to place a gulf between his nature and theirs. He denied the
possession of reason to them, and to himself he attributed an immortal soul,
and made claims to a divine descent which permitted him to annihilate the bond
of community between him and the animal kingdom.*- Sigmund Freud
It's easy just to send
people a joke. It's as easy to spread this highly humanitarian message.”)
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