Friday 05, January 2010
I kept feeding the little ones every day, reason is really simple, they are cute and they love me, including their mom.
Though last few days I could only see 5 of them, one black was missing and he was missing since last time I fed him. Even last night he was missing. I remember him cause I remember that one of them was fighting with all the others for food though being kind sometimes. No doubts he had to be my favorite cause he was pure black with no shades or dots. Authentically cute pup.
Just this morning when I walked out, I see him lying on the street in front of my own home. Something ran over it and crushed him to death. Lying there still, with legs moved back and mouth in agony of death and eyes open and no spots of cruelty like it was all hidden by the world that we had created. My neighbor was standing right next to me and she was looking at it too. For girls it’s hard and I guess this new generation is really thinking about doing something to change this world though i can’t tell. Gardner, sweaper, servants but nobody to pick him up. I took some pictures for this blog cause I had to write about it. That’s just a little I could do for all you reading this. With over 1000 readers now, thanks to add ons I can reach to all you and show you that we are cruel.
Tigers are disappearing, the only real king of the jungle is disappearing and we are the ones responsible.
God didn’t made us to rule everything, he of course made us the strongest of all other species but that doesn’t give us any right to do what we are doing.
I picked him up and kinda did my own thing, buried him in the backyard and I did marked the place as a burial site.
I’m not sad but one thing kinda hit me. I even captured it with my camera.
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I can only say that he wanted answers. Why his brother can’t move anymore? Who would explain to him that perhaps a wrong turn would leave the lord no choice but to take him too
I guess the only thing his mama can teach him now is to be careful and learn before he starts running. In their world there is no payback, there is no shown remorse but there is this sad situation that don’t dissolve easily.
I fed them all after the incident and they were happy as shit like nothing happened. They are small and they are cute and I wouldn’t blame them if they grow up to be something that they weren’t supposed to be.
I buried him in the backyard, I really didn’t gave a fuck to what anyone would think about, even if she was proud standing there it wouldn’t matter.
The thing that is freaky is: If you touch it, it’s not even numb
And if you look at it, you know it’s gone, you look in the eye and you just know..........that there is this something that is gone and lost....................you can’t even explain it.
You can smoke to the souls or you can bleed just to know that you are alive but in reality life is this easy
Death is the youngest of all
I’ll tell you, it doesn’t mean a thing. I didn’t do him a favor and he ain’t gonna know about it. The only thing is, we made all this and we are responsible. WE DON’T CARE
Nobody gives a fuck anymore.
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