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My name is Hiso but I used to be
called Buanlua. That was when I spent my days as a high society
pet, when I was carried around and my owner proudly showed me
off to others. Well, I was quite a nice pet and people seemed to
like me.
One day I was traveling around Bangkok with my owner when she
was caught up in a fight with a taxi driver who started to
physically attack her over some argument I did not understand.
However, it became immediately clear to
me that it was my call to defend her and I approached the
attacking taxi driver to drive him away. But I did not expect
that he suddenly grabbed a large stone and hit me on the head
many times. Needless to say that a small dog like me cannot
withstand such attack and I passed out.
As it appears today, my owner left me bleeding on the street and
just drove away. I would certainly have
died that day if it wasn’t for a street cleaner who picked me up
and brought me in an animal shelter. The people in this shelter
basically work for free but they tried to save my life. That
must have been difficult for them since I fell in a coma for
many weeks due to the serious brain injuries I had suffered that
fateful day.
When I finally woke up I found myself in the middle of a sad
situation. There were many other dogs with injuries, broken
limbs and open wounds. It was a terrible scene and I felt afraid
and no hope was available. Moreover, I realized that I myself
was now handicapped and I couldn’t walk the way I used to. One
of my eyes was seriously impaired and so I must have looked like
a freak to others.
I stayed in the shelter for quite a time until a nice lady
entered the door. She obviously liked me despite my appearance
but she left. Some days after that I saw her again and she came
with her husband. Now they took me up and drove me away to their
home the place where I still stay and finally enjoy my days. I
found other dogs and even cats in the house and I get along with
all of them.
Although my walking skills have slightly improved they have to
carry me from time to time since I still cannot jump or climb
like other dogs. Well, I also cannot see very well and due to my
general condition I always fall down. But that actually doesn’t
matter any more since I feel that they like me and I am a member
of the family. They now call me Hiso and I like to think they do
this as a reminder that a high society pet can end up in misery
as well. I try to cope with my condition and I know that I will
always be a handicapped dog.
But I now know what love is and this counts more than all the
other things taken away from me. I survived and I have a home.
It can’t get any better than this. |
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