Those who say that Animals don’t have feelings and emotions are the biggest fools in the world. Whether it’s a Dog, a Cow, a Monkey, or any other Mammal or bird, everyone has a heart that beats, a stomach that craves when empty, a throat that feels thirst, a body that feels pain, and a family they love. One such real-life story is mine with my beloved Dog Daughter, Joolie.
Their bond with Humans is the purest form of love that even Gods crave, and Joolie was the same. Since childhood, we have kept listening to the saying, “God is everywhere.” Then why do we forget that these innocent souls also have a God in them? If numerous Gods and Goddesses reside in Cows, then Dogs are the vehicle of Supreme Lord Shiva. Why is there enough hatred arising across the nation against Street Dogs?
I want you all to meet my daughter, Joolie, an Indie Female dog of 10 years. Joolie is not with us now—she left us this April 2020—but she is close to my heart. Joolie wasn’t my pet but my daughter, my princess. She used to live in my colony as she was our street princess. I am not saying this because she was my princess, but because that’s the truth: I have never seen an intelligent dog like her in my entire life.
Yes, she was way more intelligent than any other dog and even more thoughtful than a human. She used to talk to me, can you imagine? She used to communicate with me, tell me her sorrows, pain, agony, and how few humans had treated her.
I still remember the day I saw her for the first time. Before the start, I want to tell you that I didn’t know her since puppyhood, as I was living out of town for years, but I got to know her only last August, and since then, she has been my dearest. She was one of a kind and immediately became everyone’s favourite after a simple meeting because she had an aura that no other dog had. In Hindi, “वह जीवात्मा थी”, and I mean this word. My relationship with Joolie was unique and precious, followed by a transparent bond.
How did I meet Joolie?
I used to pet and see her often, as she was my Colony’s street dog. She usually came near our home to jump from the bank wall beside it, an open, small jungle area with no lions. But in early November, I learned from the person who has known her since her puppyhood that someone broke her right hand just because she ate a tomato from someone’s home.
I was infuriated enough after knowing this that I would have broken all the bones of that person, because Joolie had then given birth to 4 puppies. Yes, she was the lactating mother, and someone had broken her front right leg just because she ate the tomato, as she was fond of it. I tried to find that person, but unfortunately, I couldn’t see him as Joolie’s roaming area was too big, and no one knew where she was going at night.
The next day, with the help of my animal-loving sister, I rescued Joolie and took her to the Satna Veterinary Hospital to get her leg plastered. Even in severe pain, she didn’t react negatively and supported us; in other words, she knew what we were doing. During the plastering process, she was resistant and allowed us to get her plastered peacefully. Due to her age and since birth, she has been way too smart and understanding. She knows whom to trust and whom not to.
Joolie’s grief was caused by the Human’s Negligence.
After getting her plastered, we noticed that she had a deep wound in her mammary gland from where she was bleeding profusely. Because she was having four babies, feeding them was causing trouble in her wound healing as the puppies were expanding that wound for breastfeeding, so we advised her caretaker to provide proper cow milk to them to avoid her wound getting more elongated.
On the very next day, her one puppy was run over by a car that was taking a sunbath in extreme winter weather, so immediately, we decided to shift her to our temporary shelter to avoid any further death of her kids. She was roaming with her plaster, so she was at the shelter. But to our bad luck, her second puppy also died in my arms when we took him to the hospital immediately after shifting them to the shelter because he was bleeding from his anal.
To our surprise, he consumed something sharp at night before the shelter shift, which resulted in damaging several internal organs. He died at our hands, and Joolie saw this when we tried to hide her puppy’s body from her in a box.
I still remember how she saw me, and the box I was carrying, which gave me a teary look. She immediately turned herself towards her only female puppy to avoid any sorrow, making it hard for me to take her puppy for the final rites. I still remember how she cried for the puppy that was run over in front of her. She was not letting me pick her up as her two puppies were breastfeeding, and her eyes were full of tears watching her deceased son. And just after a day, she lost her second child, too, due to ingesting a glass-type object.
Part 2 is dedicated to her; her story and bond with me go beyond words. She is not with me, but every day, I do remember her and feel alone after her demise. Part 2 will be a brief about what she went through because of Humans and neglect in sterilization that caused her a deadly mammary tumour, and how unique she was, and how she also prevented Dog fights at our Shelter. Stay tuned for the next Blog.
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