Life is unconditionally complicated and all of us are not eternal. But how does it happen that the heirs not only refuse to take care of the deceased's pet, but also throw the merciless creature out on the street?
Imagine that you had a mother who loved you and took care of you. And it doesn't matter at all that you have a tail and you're a dog, and your mother walks on two legs and is called a human. And here comes a huge grief in your dog's life - your mother is no more. You can no longer hear her voices and her smell is getting weaker and weaker. But that's not all. There are other people showing up and they're taking you somewhere. Here you are on the street and the door of your house is closed for you forever. And you found yourself all alone in the gloomy autumn wet day. And then come the cold night.
In the last month I've got two such dogs. Both are tiny. They are very similar. I wouldn't be surprised if they are relatives who were taken by local old women. But the heirs of both turned out to be scoundrels...
Now I have dogs. The first one, Khutsulka, has already got used to it and almost forgot about her grief and terrible days. The second one, Ami Mia, is still getting used to it. Now everything will be fine. I know that my friends, even if something happens to me, won't leave them.
Our legislation needs to be tightened in relation to people who treat animals irresponsibly. Persuasion and explanations do not work. What I see makes me shiver. The world is divided. I see people who spend all their energy and time to help the unfortunate abandoned animals. And I see scoundrels who dump them. And the latter deserve punishment.
