All the little ones in the park going...

The four black pups in the park are all dead now. I suppose the first got distemper and then the others got it from him and died.

The two adorable ones I used to feed, who followed me around, one white and one brown ... I was told the brown one died. He was hardly eating when i saw him last. Today, even the white one did not take any biscuits from me. Someone in the tea stall told me even this one will go.

That leaves only the large 2, who are probably 4 months old, who jump on me a lot. But the dear little ones, all gone. So today I picked up the little white one thinking this may be the last time I am doing so. Spoke with him a bit and then let him down.

It's sad considering how much those poor people looked after all these pups and their mothers. All their effort and kindness in vain. But what really matters and what counts is the kindness in them, the compassion with which they served those needy animals. The seed of compassion is what matters.