It was a dusty morning en route to office that I stumbled upon Alison. The moment I saw her I thought to myself that if she wasnt taken care of immediately, she wouldnt survive the next 24 hours. I got off my car and called one set of rescuers. She was in bad shape...her face was infested with maggots while her skin was mangy. She had'nt eaten for at least two weeks and could barely walk. She didnt look anything like a German Shepherd-majestic and powerful. What I was amazed to see was that despite the condition she was in, she was such a friendly dog. I held out my hand and she came towards me, limping, in a few seconds. I mean she could hardly walk but she came. Makes me believe and she and I had some kind of karmic bonding.
The resuers came and went. They couldnt take her since they didnt have space in their kennel. They instead volunteered to give her treatment daily where she was...on the road-yeah I know, a ludicrous thought indeed. It was then that one of the rescuers gave me the number of Animal Farm- a home for abandoned and neglected animals. The owner of Animal Farm-Sucheta Vishwanathan was more than happy to take care of her. I was relieved to the point of feeling that I have achieved something in life.
Day went by and Alison was steadily recovering. I only saw her twice in the last 4 months but everytime I saw her,I saw love and loyalty in her eyes. I wished I could adopt her but that was not to be. She grew in strength and slowly, the burns and infection began to vanish. Her skin began to heal and her coat started to grow again. My heart was filled with pride and happiness that she was well and truly on her way to recovery until that fateful day.
At 5pm on wednesday, the 14th of October, I received a call from the Animal Farm. I was informed that Alison had died of asyphixation while the attender was trying to apply medicie on her. I couldnt believe what I was hearing. I was planning to spend a few hours with her this Diwali. It was especially because I had heard that she was 95% back to her old self and she was one beautiful dog. I dont recollect the last time I felt a sense of numbness within me. I wanted to strangle the attendant for being so careless. My chat with Sucheta made things worse as I found out that there were at least 3 people willing to adopt Alison (Sucheta kept her name). Alison, whom I would love talking about to all my friends, was dead. As I write this blog, I think of her as a someone who came to my life for a reason and left without one.
Wherever you may be Alison, I just want you to know that I love you. Till we meet again, in another life and another time. goodbye.
The resuers came and went. They couldnt take her since they didnt have space in their kennel. They instead volunteered to give her treatment daily where she was...on the road-yeah I know, a ludicrous thought indeed. It was then that one of the rescuers gave me the number of Animal Farm- a home for abandoned and neglected animals. The owner of Animal Farm-Sucheta Vishwanathan was more than happy to take care of her. I was relieved to the point of feeling that I have achieved something in life.
Day went by and Alison was steadily recovering. I only saw her twice in the last 4 months but everytime I saw her,I saw love and loyalty in her eyes. I wished I could adopt her but that was not to be. She grew in strength and slowly, the burns and infection began to vanish. Her skin began to heal and her coat started to grow again. My heart was filled with pride and happiness that she was well and truly on her way to recovery until that fateful day.
At 5pm on wednesday, the 14th of October, I received a call from the Animal Farm. I was informed that Alison had died of asyphixation while the attender was trying to apply medicie on her. I couldnt believe what I was hearing. I was planning to spend a few hours with her this Diwali. It was especially because I had heard that she was 95% back to her old self and she was one beautiful dog. I dont recollect the last time I felt a sense of numbness within me. I wanted to strangle the attendant for being so careless. My chat with Sucheta made things worse as I found out that there were at least 3 people willing to adopt Alison (Sucheta kept her name). Alison, whom I would love talking about to all my friends, was dead. As I write this blog, I think of her as a someone who came to my life for a reason and left without one.
Wherever you may be Alison, I just want you to know that I love you. Till we meet again, in another life and another time. goodbye.
