Real Story of Rescuing A Puppy

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It was January 2019, when I first decided to take care of nature's most precious gift. As we know, these days it is called fearless behaviour to kill animals and being one of the most wonderful creatures on this planet, we love to hurt the weakest ones but exceptional is everywhere. Since I am a human, I also had the similar habit of harming the weak ones but one morning, I suddenly heard a sound of crying, and gradually that sound became stronger. No more thinking! I rushed towards the sound and saw a little white dog lying on the ground.

I love animals but I never thought of their hardships of fighting with this barbaric world. But now the dog's current situation made me cry, the puppy was hurt and screaming: we needed to help her. The screaming of the puppy forced everyone to go near her but no one came forward to help her (the little dog was a female). Somehow I believed, ?every small entity has its own value? and I was 17 years old when I first realized the pain of the animals through the puppy and took him in my arms. She was about 1 month old and she was dying, I didn't know what to do. My parents were against me: ?Why take on the responsibility of others when you know that you will not get any benefit from them??

The shade of that puppy was unique, it seemed that God blended the colours white and peach perfectly. One of my neighbours told me to use a mixture of turmeric and lime in her wound. Since I brought that helpless and almost dead animal from outside, I was not allowed to enter my house, so I tried to collect those things from outside. That day I understood that human beings have the worst mentality and felt lucky that I was not like them. When I went to use the mixture, I thought, how is this dog alive so far? The wound was so deep and severe as if someone hit her with a hot iron rod. She was screaming strangely as if she was trying to name those who had beaten her.

I had no idea about their names but I understood that they are not human. There is no humanity in their souls. No one came to support me even after hearing the horrible screams of the puppy. By then the puppy's cries had not stopped, rather increased. People were telling me that the dog had no probability to survive, she would die in a few moments. Still I was trying to save the dog without listening to any of them. I realized that her bright eyes were asking for help from me, she needed to survive, she had to play, she wanted to enjoy her short life with glee.

I understood the language of her eyes and did not follow the words of the people. I realized that if I helped her, she would get a chance to play again. She was crying even more when I was using the yellow-lime mixture. That dog was suffering from a pain just as a fish suffers when it comes out of water. However, I used that mixture because I had no other way. Her screams had not stopped yet and now I started to accept in the same way that she won?t live anymore. I was devastated to think that I might not have the power to save someone. The road was empty, everyone understood that she would never get her life back.

I had no choice but to return home but I couldn't leave the dog so I came back with the half-dead animal. When I entered, my mother strictly said that if I entered with this injured animal, she would leave the house. So I left with that puppy. I didn't understand where I was going with the helpless little dog but I decided if the injured dog could not enter my house I would stay away from there indefinitely. I can't be so selfish! I can?t ignore my responsibilities as a human being! I went to a lake far from home and sat there.

The little dog was breathing till then but I was crying to see her in pain. I would probably die with my dog that day if my dad hadn't come there. I started to see all the people with the dog's eyes and that was terrible. Suddenly I saw my father standing in front of the dog, I was scared. At that moment I realized my father's hand on my shoulder and was shocked. I felt those hands like the light in the dimness. Then my father requested me to go back and I did that because I was worried about my wounded puppy.

As soon as we entered, I looked for my mom but could not see her. I asked my father about mom but he stood silent. The puppy began to cry suddenly and I asked my father for some food because she was hungry. We gave her milk to drink but she did not drink that. She did not take any single bite for 3 days consistently and I became tired; I cut down all my hopes as I could not see my mom for 3 days and that puppy also was not eating anything.

Now my father also told me to leave that dog but I cannot be like that! So one day I took her to a veterinarian and brought the medicines and foods with my pocket-money which I saved for my future needs. Apart from the wound, she had problems in liver and skin. I returned home and told my father everything, he scolded me and said, ?why are you wasting your money? You saved that for your own.?

But I could not make anyone realize that the puppy became so close to me as I could feel her pain, her heart-beat, her language so how could I be so careless??? I used to cry every night for my mom and that puppy. One morning, my father told me, leaving our house, mom went to her father's house. I could not tolerate these things anymore and went there on my foot; I walked for 4 hours consistently to reach there as I spent my whole savings to bring her life back so I had no money to ride any vehicle.

I missed my mom for like 10 days and seeing her in front of me, I could not hold my emotions and kept requesting her to go back home. Now, mom became quite emotional and I could see her love for me in her eyes. I became quite happy to get my mom back and the puppy was recovering also. Suddenly I don't know what happened but my parents started to take care of that child during my absence. The medicines were working well on her health and I felt that my sacrifice had not been in vain. My puppy started to eat and it made me happy as well as satisfied.

I thought that everything would be fine within a few months and then I would leave her to her mommy but things did not go smoothly. One morning, I noticed that her wound turned into a big hole and I became silent for some time as my mind got blank. My father poured phenyl into the wound without any delay and I became very enraged to see that torture. I left home again but this time I was alone.

I was at my friend's home for 7 days and decided to leave my parents forever. I could not live with those people who never tried to understand my feelings and who did not take responsibility as a human being. And I also decided to work for street-animals without anyone's help. I missed and cried for my puppy so much for those 7 days. One night, I woke up from sleep crying, yes I dreamt. I saw that people were burning street-animals alive and that dream affected me. I was getting into depression but I never thought that I had made any mistake. Then one morning, my parents called my friend and told her as if I returned home.

I had no will to return but I agreed because I wanted to see my puppy if she was dead or alive. So I returned and saw my puppy jumping on the floor as children jump when they feel happy. After seeing her, I forgot all of my frustrations. At that moment I was shocked also how the puppy got her life back. Then my father took her in his lap and told me everything which happened in the last 10 days.

After listening to everything, I felt that yes! My parents love me for whatever I am otherwise they never took care of the puppy in my absence. That day, I cried embracing my mom, I felt guilty that I could not understand her love for me. Meanwhile, I named my puppy: Rancho. But the problems did not end here. After a few months, Rancho got sick again: she could not see anything with one of her eyes. Neighbours kept saying again that she would be blind so we should leave her alone in the street. Rancho became like my child and my all-time partner. So how could I leave her when she needed us the most? Again I consulted a vet but the medicines were not working so I had decided to arrange an eye operation for her. I had sold my gold earrings as I was not agreed to take money from my parents: Rancho is my responsibility.

And after the operation, her eyes became normal and more bright. It feels lucky that I could be able to bring her eye-sight back. She was happy with us and she used to lick everyone who had come to our house. But after 6 months, her stomach trouble had been found and my parents and I also became the victims of skin disease. Then everyone in my neighbourhood stopped talking to us because they thought that Rancho was responsible for it but it was not true. We got an allergy which was cured after some days. But Rancho became sicker so now my father decided to do her full check-up and 3 deadly diseases were found but as it was not so late, we could make her cure.

The whole society stood against us and left us alone because we tried to help her life. We tried to convince them but they never listened to us. This time I became so aware of the nature of human society who had not spared even a little soul . Faced with so many problems, we never looked backward to save that precious life. Instead of blaming me, my parents started to be proud of me because I am not like other kids who say their parents don't like animals and may have scolded them for bringing street animals to home. Gradually the puppy became free from all diseases and she took about 6 months to return to her beautiful life.

Meanwhile, she became a member of the family; my parents had no more problems with her. Then suddenly we realized that the puppy has grown up into a beautiful, delighted dog and she always wagged her tail. As days passed, the neighbours also started to love her because of her disposition and cuteness. Now it has been almost 2 years since she lives with us and we spend each and every free time with her.

I fall more in love with her intelligence that she never bothers me when I do something important and she knows how to wait. She waves her tail every time she sees a man and runs towards the man to spread more love. When I call my parents, my puppy also copies me. Now I cannot think my life without her and when I hear that someone wants to take a street dog home but he can?t because his parents don?t like it, I take it as an excuse to give up his responsibilities as a human being.

So if we all can love and serve the street animals from the deepest core of our hearts, we will be able to make them as well as ourselves happy forever and our parents will also understand it as they love their children the most.