Neon

Getting to know the family

Tiny Neon : yet another victim of mankind's cruelty .
Late one night we heard a yelping and on checking  found him cowering in a corner of a construction site. The caretaker was  trying to coax him to come out using a long stick. Poor Neon was scared witless   A guard nearby told us that  some people in a car had left him on the road at 3 pm and driven away. Petrified of the older street dogs around, and  all alone, he had  scrambled up the stairs of this house to find a safe corner to cower in

That's where we found him at 10 pm: a quaking tiny white fluff ball hiding in a corner, all big eyes, scared and dazed, famished and thirsty. Within five minutes his little heart and soul  decided that we looked trustworthy and he thirstily lapped up the water and ravenously ate the food we gave. He appeared used to human contact and followed us to our car. He clung to my feet and I picked him up and together we went home. after he ran around the garden a few times and tried to check out our front door, he decided that he had had enough excitement for one day-poor soul-who would not :( . He curled up in the cosy corner we had set up for him and slept peacefully the whole night. Maybe he dreamt of his old home, the humans who had dumped him, maybe he dreamt of his own mother, maybe they were happier dreams...:(

As dawn broke, he awakened. Our other 3 big older dogs examined him and then left him strictly alone. He on the other hand wanted to play and run with them. as the time came to say goodbye , I spoke to him and told him that he was going to a very safe home and space. I wished him luck and Ranjiv and Sid drove away with him.

Bye lil one-stay safe and happy

Off to his new foster 

 I named him NEON because his light yellow green eyes glowed with love and hope that someone would take him home forever and never leave him ever again.







And so it was to be. His foster mum decided that the hope in his eyes and his little paws clinging to her were telling her something-Adopt Me. And she did

Why was I abandoned?
Can I stay here furever

Finding My Soul

Happy to be alone and comfortable with people. Live and let live. That’s me. Often times a misfit in the fast paced world, and even more so in its mad race towards goals and possessions. Giving with an open heart, often snubbed and kicked in the face. Day by day, person by person, the motto live and learn became my byline.

A couple of years ago, the huskies rescued by my sons took over our homes and hearts, and slowly a new world opened to me. The world of animals. Till now, it had been non-existent to my sight and consciousness- and the years of ignorance will forever haunt me. How many injured and distressed needy souls had I walked past-with unseeing eyes and an uncaring unmindful heart?

As I took baby steps into the world of animals, each distressed soul tore me apart; each inhuman and often monstrous acts by mankind left me enraged and helpless. Despair and angst were matched in equal measure by happy wags and woofs and meows. As each wound heals, and each tucked in tail begins to wag, realism is slowly replacing idealism.

Dog food, cat feed, skin ointments, maggot sprays and vet bills replaced the daily trivial irritants that one loves to busy oneself with. Time spent in inane chatter was replaced by frantic networking to help a soul. Between running to feed and shelter a newborn litter, and searching for missing souls, each day took on new meaning and new challenges, till now unknown.

Somewhere between the rage and the despair, the idealism and reality-somewhere between the woofs and the meows and the oinks, I lost my mind, but found my soul.