walked out of dh today, and saw poor little puppy dog lying on the pavement. and everyone was just passing her by. she was lying there, unable to sit up, eyes barely open. unable to get away from the terrifying crowd of feet coming her way.
how can you walk away from a poor sick helpless baby animal? how DARE you walk away? would you walk away from a crying, half dead baby on the road? why is their life less important, their death more insignificant? its a SIN. may your conscience weigh heavily upon you. how can you respect yourself as a person? how can you look at yourself in the mirror and see a kind and compassionate person? would you ever treat your would be patients like that?
hypocrisy.
integrity. integrity is about going all the way. its not selective amnesia. if you hold kindness to be a virtue, then how can you call yourself virtuous if you are kind only to humans and not to other forms of life? ayn rand said it very nicely in "for the new intellectual".
so, ofcourse i took care of her. ofcourse i took her to a doctor, and fed her, and got her adopted. it took considerable effort. finding a vet isnt easy in manipal. the autowallas dint know what vet/animal doctor means, they kept offering to drop me of at the hospital.
having no other choice, i ran back up to dh and found dr narga nair. i happened to remember she has a spaniel and thus would know what to do. unfortunately she was in a meeting with approximately 20 other people, but i called her out and explained.
she directed me to this tiny clinic, where there wasnt a vet, but a doctor who liked animals a lot and treated them in her spare time. all this after telling me that it was better for the dog to die.
to die. talk about finality. would you say that about a sick child EVER? what happened to hope? can you imagine what it must be like for the poor baby to die.. all alone lying on a pavement... incredibly thirsty, barely able to breathe, the world dimming, everything going black....no loving touch on forehead, no soothing hands to ease away the pain. loneliness. complete isolation.
so i took her there. was helped by a lot of other people, two accompanied me, hailed autos for me etc. when i picked her up, she couldnt even lift her tiny head. she opened her black eyes... made bigger because of the emaciated face and looked at me helplessly. no tail wag, no wet inquisitive nose jab, no curious lick, no flinching even.
at the clinic, doc saw her immediately. we got her all spruced up, she managed to drink some milk and water, and even stood up for ten seconds.
she told us she couldnt keep him, but we couldnt either! i started talking to people waiting in the lobby. asking if they wanted a tiny dog.
finally ran into the old guy. manager of the place. first person who took me seriously. he actually THANKED ME for bringing her to the clinic. yeah right. like i could have done anything else. we got talking and finally figured that both he and my dad have a navy background. yay. that was good because, that finally established rapport. and he agreed to take her in. he explained about his house on half an acre of land, and about the seven other dogs he cared for. then he asked his servant whether he could handle another one.
thank god. she found a home.
what would have happened if i had just walked by?
what would have happened if YOU had stopped and helped that sick critter you saw on the road the other day? is keeping your posh car clean REALLY that important?
talk about cruelty.
i saw it in action today.
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