Thursday, January 26, 2012

One pup gone...

Tonight I went to feed them. The driver of the embassy suggested that I leave them out tonight since tomorrow is Jan 26th (Rep Day), so there'll be no traffic in the morning. We can put them in at 8 am. I agreed, I put food into the pup's area, put the 2 weaker ones in. I left the brown one, and the strong black one outside. I figured she'd go in in a while. I left the area uncovered so the pups could come out if they wanted to.

In 15 minutes or less, the night gaurd came and rang the bell saying the black one was run over. One cook was trying to give her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. We drove her to Max Hospital but it was closed. In any case, she was gone.

This was the aggressive one. She was able to stand up to the mother and Raja. She was my hope. She was the leader. She is now back to You, Father. She is yours. I don't know why you took her back so fast. How long will you let the others be with me and then take them back.

Imagine how shattered all the people on the road will be. Their hope and faith will be shattered. What will I tell them, O Father.

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Wednesday, January 11, 2012

The pups - an update

The pups are growing up. But I still worry about the roads. Thus they still have to be boxed in most of the time which i hate. They hate it too. They run when i approach them since they know i'll pick them up and close them in again.

I go 4 times a day, let them out, let them run around, feed them and then board them back in. They fight often and scream, but that is the only option, else they will not survive on the roads. They get about 30-40 minutes each time which really means they are boarded up most of the time. Often i panic when they start spreading out and going to the adjacent lanes. it's hard to track them when they've separated. Then i bundle them up and put them back in.

I hate it, having to imprison them, but hopefully in a week they'll be big enough to release.

Monday, January 09, 2012

You must guide me, Lord

Father
I need your help. Don't leave things to my judgment. Or one more life will go by, and I would not have served you properly, and I would still be separated from you.

I need to be united. I cannot bear separation. I cannot bear being an entity, a person. I cannot bear identification with a person, a body, memories and a future. Having to live another 40 years or so in a body as someone frightens me.

The pups are becoming hard for us to contain in that space. They fight to get out. But it is still too risky having them on the road, they dart across suddenly, often just as a car is going by. Maybe in a week we will have to release them. How many will survive the cars ?

I know you have the best in mind for all. But I really fear losing them. I love them deeply. I want them to grow up by my side. I want to hold them, and love them and talk to them. You know how i love them. Does my love reach you through them. Surely it does.