Sheeba-The Abandoned One

Sheeba came to us on a Friday and a week later she was no more . She was a beautiful German Shepherd. Brown and black she must have been
majestic when in good health. Hopefully she must also have been the recipient of a lot of love (This may be wishful thinking for I like to imagine that the
world is a nice place). To begin I must go back to the day when I first saw her.

I was coming back from school and was awaiting a conveyance when I saw this beautiful German Shepherd
dog running along the road with a thick jute rope trailing behind her. All eyes were riveted on her. She
passed me by and I watched from across the road. My conveyance came, I got in and kept a lookout for
her. A little while later I saw her again but now her hind area had dropped and her tail was between her
legs. From the tempo I saw a little blood on the rear end. We passed her by. I reached home and
immediately sent two PFA members (Mr. Rajkumar and Mr. Mulayam Singh) in search for her. They found
her fallen due to fatigue a few meters away from my house. Providence, too, was playing a role in this
drama. They anaesthetized her for she was very aggressive (she distrusted all mankind). She was brought to
my residence and her treatment commenced. On closer inspection we saw that her left hind area was badly perforated (like a sieve) because maggots
had got to her. This was the reason why her owners must have abandoned her to die at the river bank or so we presumed.

Gradually, Sheba, that is the name we gave her, started her road to recovery. She also started trusting me, because of a lot of love and basically because I was the one giving her food. Both her hind legs were weak and she could barely support her body. At times we were shocked to see maggots emerging from her eyes. We would pull them out with a tweezer. She started regaining strength and would walk in the garden and then one day, she decided that this family did not mean any harm, so she thought I must explore their house. She walked all over, smelt the corners and then finally exhausted she went under our van to relax. Lunch time, I called her out but she did not come out. Finally I had to pull her out. It is then that we realised that something was amiss and she was not responding well nor could she stand. Her hind legs had collapsed and paralysis had set in. As the day grew she weakened and by evening she had no strength left in her. Paralysis was total and only her head was able to turn. The end was near. It was only a matter of time. That night at about 11:30 PM Sheba breathed her last in our loving arms. She had so much endeared us to her that there was not a single dry eye in our house that night. Our only consolation was that she died being loved, and hopefully having regained the trust in mankind that she had lost.


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Written by: A PFA Member


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