Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Our Latest Addition

Ginger is a marvelous little chap. He's safe in a foster home until he gets adopted and is showing every sign of his high intelligence.

His small world revolves around that milk bottle - every four hours. He drinks with the gusto of a baby buffaloe! In between he naps or plays with his make believe siblings - rolled up socks. He doesn't howl and cry at all when he is awake, but sits quietly, absolutely alert. Any small movement makes him raise his head to check out if anything interesting is happening. He is allowed out to run about and play in an open area about three times a day for about twenty minutes. This makes him nice and exhausted and then he goes into a sound sleep.

But he's good because he is kept partially confined and is fine with that. He is about one and a half months old and has a tail that is about half an inch long. He enjoys excellent health and is now in the process of getting ready to be adopted. Way to go, Ginger!

Our Pixie's Gone

It happened during the hottest time in May. Our little Pixie suddenly fell ill. She was rushed into a foster home, where she could be cool, quiet and comfortable and every effort was made to help her recover. She was just too old and delicate to make that recovery and within three days she quietly passed away with her friends around her.

This little dog has always been the heart of the Centre. She was so appealing, that she was a bit spoiled by everyone in the most comfortable room in Deonar, the office. Mostly Pixie used to sit on her chair, no sleeping on the ground for her!
She had a sweet little smile which she used to good effect whenever she was greeted or spoken to.

She was adventurous too, although she didn't look it. A long time ago, Pixie escaped from the Centre. She wiggled out from under the front gate when no one was looking. Everyone was so upset. Tears were shed, prayers were said, but we didn't dare to hope. Pixie was too small and frail to survive on the mean streets.

But that is exactly what she did! Two weeks later, one of our Assistants, travelling in a rickshaw, spotted Pixie sitting on a pavement about 7 kilometres away from the Centre. Her coat had become black with dust but when she came back we found the adventure had done her good. From a little weakling with mange on her ears and a pronounced limp, Pixie had come back bright-eyed and bushy-tailed!! Her immune system must have gone into overdrive the minute she escaped!

She was special to the end. A few hours before she died, as she was greeted by a well-wisher, Pixie managed to stand up and wag her tail. After that she lay down, and a little while later, left this earth quietly and peacefully. This wonderful little dog has a special place in all our hearts and we will always remember, love and miss her.