Saturday, September 24, 2011
In memory of Rob, the most endearing musketeer
Rest in peace, sweet angel. It's not your fault you were born in a forsaken country in a forsaken city, in a forsaken world where people are too busy and too egotistical to see you the way we did. No one wanted to give you a home anyway, in this whole wide world. No one cared about you but us. Tonight, I hate the world with a passion. All egotistical souls who did not care to give you a home, after you were born in this world without even asking for it.
You died in one day, although yesterday you were fine, and so the other day as well. But the city took care of you - spraying rat and mice poison all over the city, almost every night in your neighborhood. For a puppy of 3 kilos in weight, you did not have a chance, did you? Nothing, parainfulenza, parvovirus, distempter, nothing else but poisoning could explain how you died so fast, when you were fine all the other days. The most joyous and friendliest of all musketeers.
Rest in peace, sweet angel. The world is hell anyway. Bastards only caring about themselves, about making tons of money, about preserving an image, driving fancy cars, and living a comfortable life. No one loves anyone else for real. Why would they care about you? Why would they care about anyone else but themselves?
I have tried so hard to care for you. I have fed and played with you daily. I have built you an enclosure where you could be safe with your siblings and able to socialize with humans. I have helped you get rid of intestinal parasites and fleas. I have helped you grow so much with good quality, healthy food. I have even made this blog for you, hoping that with this blog I will help you find a good loving home.
But now you are dead. After all the love I have invested in you, hoping for the best for you. I would have been so happy to part with you forever, knowing you'd be with an adoptive family to love you like you deserved, all your life.
Tomorrow, I have to start all over again. There are your sisters to care for, and many other stray animals who did not ask to be born in this world, but they were anyway.
But tonight, it is my right to hate the world. And I hate it with a passion.
Because I miss you. And because it's not fair.
I wish my love had been enough to shield your from all the harm.
Now I can only wish God will take good care of you.
Until we meet again, Rob.