The Midnight Cry
It was around 2:30 in the morning when the silence broke. A sharp, helpless cry pierced through the night — a pup, screaming in pain. We thought it would stop after a while, but when morning came, the cry hadn’t faded. By 10:30 am, it was still there, echoing through the walls, haunting in its persistence.
That’s when G3 decided enough was enough. She went down, found the poor soul, and took charge. Soon, I joined with my father-in-law and Barfi. Together, we carried the little one to the nearby vet. The doctor was gentle but direct — “The survival chances are fifty-fifty.” A pause. “Let’s try.”
She started the IV drip, gave antibiotics, and for a moment, the pup seemed calm. But the doc added a word of caution — if there’s even a hint of rabies, we mustn’t touch the wound barehanded.
So, with all the care we could muster, we brought the pup back and placed it near the watchman’s shed — a small, shaded corner that felt safe. G3’s been reaching out to rescue homes since then, determined as always.
And just like that, my entire first half of the day went to that tiny creature’s fight for life. Sometimes, the day chooses you — and this one did, through a cry in the dark.
2 comments:
You all were maybe the chosen ones in its fight for survival….
Definitely appreciate the act , ‘insaniyat’ still flows in some families. Hope it recovers well and some rescue home takes over.
The Blog has been very well written too.
from Barfi: Dear tata police, the puppy, has passed away 15 minutes ago, in the evening, no one reached out to help, and yet they call themselves 'rescue shelters.' his wound was very deep, and the poor puppy couldn't bear the pain, it was petrified,we tried so hard, and yet, it passed. atleast he passed in his slee, which is the most painless way of passing, generally.
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