I sadly do not have a pic of my dearest Floofy. Some of you may or may not know about me ranting of this certain street puppy I had been making efforts to save. Well...things have just become worse. Let me rewind. The street dog in our colony gave birth to three pups. (well I saw them a month later, and I only saw three, so I am assuming they were three). I had taken it upon myself to feed them and care for them. I am also in a very crucial year of my studies, so it was becoming increasingly difficult for me to constantly visit them, but I did keep an eye from my window. After a few days, my mum wasn't home, and my dad is a deep sleeper. I was sleeping in the other room, and woke up. For two days, I couldn't find Floofy's brothers as all. Later in the evening I learnt from a (horrible) neighbour that Floofy's brothers passed away since a car ran over them. And that was when eveyrone in the society other than me, also started taking care for Floofy. Fast forward to a month or so, Floofy was a running puppy, so huge for her silly little age of 3 months. And awfully brave. Non-chalant about people. A bit like my late kitty Sandy. A sweetheart she was. It was then some car (which ran over Sandy, the puppies and one of my neighbour's cat, I'm sure of it. I observe people.) ran over her legs. My mum brought her over to nurse her back to health. Thankfully she was still walking, albeit a bit...limping. Another month later, some horrid dog bit her in a very sensitive area and she disappeared. Later after three days mum found her in one of the buildings, with maggots in her wound. And that started an entire month of running to the doctors, getting her vaccines, feeding her, keeping her in our house (because NO ONE wanted to keep her) while also ensuring Ronny (my cat, Sandy's older brother) didn't notice. She healed and went back with her street dog clan, and truly she was adorable. We got her some sweaters, and boy was she an eyecatcher. If I was scared to walk into a ditch and look for Ronny who had been scaring other cats, she'd walk up to me like an emotional support. If mum had to go to other places, to search for our missing Ronny, she and her mum would accompany. And yesterday, someone drunk ran over her legs, crushing them completely. Me and my mum were asleep. I have been preparing for my exams and have been stressing a lot, I just cam't wake up nowadays. And that drunk someone claimed that he was a policeman, had a fight with the stall owner outside, and the foolish stall owner asked him to take her to the vet at least. At midnight. Now she is nowehere to be found. Her mum keeps running up to me thinking that I have her. They are all sleeping near the gate, her dog family, hoping she'll come back. It hurts so much, that I raised her and lost her. What hurts more is that unlike me and my mum there were others who heard her cry of pain. But didn't do anything, and started putting the blame on us. Just disgusting. Is tehre no god? I pray to whom every night, 108 times wishing for teh well being of my beloved. And the so called god, he hurts my beloved the very next day? Why is god playing with my beloved? Hurt me, I couldn't care less, but not the people I love. I am a selfish person, I agree. And I demand things from god, but please, don't give me my desires in return for someone's death. I beg of you god. Don't do this to me.
Found her, in some random hospital two hours away
