The four pups are holding up in the extreme cold. Thank you Lord, and thank you Mother. A few days back one brown one was vomiting at night when i went to feed them. I thought he would not last. But he's making it. He's a smaller than the other brown one. The smallest. When I go there and call out "Bachchon" (children) they all immediately come out clambering over each other. What sweeties !
Today I got late in feeding them, they were all curled up with their Mother, and all looked up at me but refused to get out. Its really cold, the coldest week and temps are almost at freezing. Here i am amply clad, and over-eating while people and animals starve and shiver.
When i look at them, for me, this is why the Universe exists. The little ones will grow up and go different ways. They will forget me. I may not recognize them when i see them next, if i do. We may leave this area. Whether we do or don't, one day, the Mother will pass away. More likely when she grows old and diseased the officials will probably put her to sleep (like they did to her mother last year, i guess).
That is one very dear family for me, Mother. As are all of them. Their lives are in your hands. You exist for this, don't you, to give birth, to love and to be loved. What a wonderful thing this love is.