After months of self searching and asking, help came asking again and I needed someone in my life too. I've been asking myself when should I get a dog again and will I do it? Kept inquiring at animal welfare shelters, but something kept me from adopting and fostering, out of the trauma that happened with Cisca. I kept asking and asking and looking back to where and what I could do better. At sometime yesterday, I resolved not to get a dog until I had my own place.
But you know, when someone needs you, your heart tingles with empathy and compassion to someone in need. Helping it is one of the joyful things in the world. I have been giving food to people forced to beg by crime syndicates in Manila and it feels good. The other night, as we went home at night, I noticed a rustling of a white ghost of fur. I saw a poor puppy chained to a tree, barely able to move. I felt so sad about it. I wanted to help it and free it from the cruelty it was enduring.
I tried to do everything in my power to free it. I called animal welfare groups but having them rescue the dog was too tedious and risky. It involved me filing a case against the owner. I don't like suing and putting people in bars. I thought of the backlash it would involve and that perhaps the person was just ignorant and poor. My family wouldn't let me report the case or photograph the puppy to get help. They kept putting me down and destroying my self-esteem for something that was selfless.
Finally, this morning, I decided just to feed the puppy. While I was feeding it, the person next to me noticed it. I asked him who owned the puppy. It was a poor man who was ignorant that he was hurting a poor soul. But he was a reasonable and honest man. I gave him the few cash that I have to buy the puppy. I took the puppy in and called for help from animal welfare. CARA will be helping me get the puppy checked out at a professional vet clinic. After that, I am officially turning ownership of the puppy to PAWS (who will provide me with medicines and food), but retain guardianship as his foster parent.
The puppy is a boy named Scott Free. Named after the alter-ego/real identity of the superhero "Mister Miracle" who became the ultimate escape artist by trying persistently to escape captivity by his tormentors in his whole childhood. If only I could send you pictures now. He's adoring his new surroundings, even sleeping belly up in comfort.
Must Love Dogs.
