A small dog outside my window is moaning piteously. Sad and full of agony... It is as though it cannot make sense of the situation it finds it self in.
When I hear, I see a picture of happy little pup. Living with her family, cared for, loved, listened to and trusting. Then one fine day, she finds herself in streets. With no one caring, no one feeding, no one listening. Abandoned by those who she believed loved her.
Is she weeping for her family? Is she weeping because they abandoned her? Is she heartbroken that they broke her trust? Is she inconsolable over the cruelty of the world? Or is she asking 'why me? what did I do to deserve this?'
God. It is so distressing.
On happier times,
She would be playful, and would get naughty with her siblings
She would wage her tail lovingly and chase behind kids
She would look up at her family with shining eyes everytime they come before her
She would roll up in dust, bathing in sunline, blissful at the beauty of life.
When I hear, I see a picture of happy little pup. Living with her family, cared for, loved, listened to and trusting. Then one fine day, she finds herself in streets. With no one caring, no one feeding, no one listening. Abandoned by those who she believed loved her.
Is she weeping for her family? Is she weeping because they abandoned her? Is she heartbroken that they broke her trust? Is she inconsolable over the cruelty of the world? Or is she asking 'why me? what did I do to deserve this?'
God. It is so distressing.
On happier times,
She would be playful, and would get naughty with her siblings
She would wage her tail lovingly and chase behind kids
She would look up at her family with shining eyes everytime they come before her
She would roll up in dust, bathing in sunline, blissful at the beauty of life.
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