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Hell of a day. My dog went to my neighbour's house as usual, and ran away.The security guard saw him dashing across the road, almost getting hit down by a car. Searched high and low, walked till my ribs ached. Coz he's the only thing that I actually felt a semblance of love for. Gave up finding eventually. Just kept hoping that he had found someone who could provide him with all the attention and protection which we never did provide him with. Also, it fulfilled my wish of finally letting him run free, even if it did make me sad. Was rather pissed that none of my siblings seemed to care, when in the first place they were the ones who wanted to take him in. I figured that if I was him I'd get myself run down by a car too, rather then be stuck in a life of confinement. I'd begun to print the missing poster when finally got a call. Someone had found him at a coffeeshop and informed the guard. Rushed there and found him happily eating roasted duck and playing with the hawker. Got back and just chanted and chanted " No more nadya no more nadya...(neighbour)". Coz even when he was around, he wasnt really very existent coz my neighbours kept taking him. But when they did come, screaming, I had to admit defeat. His reaction upon seeing them was much bigger then when we found him. Moral of story: No matter how much you love dogs, keeping them would be stripping them of their natural instincts and the lives they deserve to lead. melissa at 8:54 PM |
