Last month, I wrote about a dog family with five little puppies. It was the worst time to be a newborn on the cold, hard streets with Delhi’s winter breaking all previous records. But, thanks to a good Samaritan, they were luckier and survived.
They had food, water, a warm rug to sleep on, a roof over their heads and they appeared to be loved.
Every morning, on my way to work, I always found the five puppies and their Mom fast asleep, curled up together into a single mass, with their eyes shut, blocking the cruel, heartless world out of their lives, if only for a little while. Each time, as I clicked their pics, I thought theirs, at least, was going to be a happy story.
I was wrong. My young 23-year-old daughter broke the bad news to me yesterday.
She said, “Nina Aunty visited them last night. She was not surprised as she keeps rescuing stray dogs. The mother dog (I hate to use the word bitch because of its abusive tone) had left. One puppy was dead. Three had disappeared. The only one left was in great distress, crying bitterly. She brought him to her home. She gave him food, milk, medicines, blankets, and the most important thing, her love and attention.”
She already has a 17-year-old dog whom she rescued when he was three years old. Most people adopt only little puppies because older dogs are unfriendly and difficult to train, but Nina was patient enough and managed to cope with him.
Let’s hope her two adopted dogs get on well with each other.
I am not a dog lover, but for several minutes I remained benumbed after I heard this.
Wryly, I told myself, unplanned parenthood is a curse.
Everyone can’t be like Nina. But the pain and misery, at least, of those poor, hapless dogs can be surely minimized by preventing births of more unwelcome puppies. The municipal bodies and civic authorities ought to sterilize all stray dogs roaming out there on the streets.
Mr. Arvind Kejriwal, are you listening?