This throwback Thursday, we remember our Ravan. He was named so because he was a terribly naughty dog. In his youth, he ruled the area. He would dash off to everyone's bowl after finishing off his big bowl of food. None would protest.
We got a hint of age catching up on him when others stopped responding to his bullying attempts. He lived in a park where there was no risk of accident at all. He had lost most of his vision but he was safe, fed and looked after by us and he was comfortable because that park was the place he had lived all his life.
Then one fine day, he disappeared. He would not leave his place even for a day. If news was to be believed, he was sent to a shelter. People who randomly call up shelters without even bothering to ask if the dog is already under someone's care or whether the dog really needs to be sent to a shelter, do more damage than good. Everyone maintained pin drop silence and we never heard about what happened to our Ravan.
Imagine a life in confinement in an unknown territory. Can we lead such a life for even a day? Then why do we heap this cruelty on stray dogs? If we 'live and let live,' then the lives of many such dogs can be spared.
There is no resolution of this grief when a big question mark hangs over the dreaded fate they met with. We miss him, everyday and whenever we stop at that location.
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