Mother and child

The MOther is careful. She carefully checks under the cars and other spots where the big dogs lie around. Little Raja does not have these skills, it seems. He is now spending all his time under some parked car, afraid of coming out lest he get bitten.

Thus, to feed him I have to push the bowl under the car. No longer can he trail the garbage man to get some bones or extra food. His back and tail are badly bitten.


O dear ones, if I could, i would hold both of you tightly all the time, as long as there was life in this body, I would hold onto you both. What else is there in this world that makes sense. You are all I have. I would hug you both and hold you till this body fell away. I am too weak and stupid to protect you. I can barely manage myself. Somehow the Lord wishes not to guide me in serving you, in protecting you. He wishes me to suffer your pain.
May our souls be one, always, may we 3 find our way back to our Bhagavan's Holy Feet. Don't feel I have abandoned you, and only come to feed you. I, too, am imprisoned in a strange human world, inside walls. But I will always love you both.

Please heal little one, and become strong and fearless, please learn somehow to defend yourself. It is tragic, how since birth your life has been hellish, one problem after another. O Mother, O Father, heal and protect little Raja.