I was wandering wether I should be telling this story or just tuck it in with the rest of thousands unsaid words I have in me.
This story has no happy end, no moral, nor a dramatic plot. It is a story of the hopelessness that sometimes wraps arround us. Much to often, to be honest.
One day, two areas. Two dogs with a different past, different look, different sex. The only thing they have in common is terrifying, disgustinc and scary – both dogs left this world killed. Killed by our fellow citizens, neighbours or aquaintances…
We admitted them although it was obvious they were hopeless. We have them names. Not because we expected they’d learn them, but because we didn’t want them to die nameless.
This story is not about two dogs. Some dogs. It is about Terry and Dobry – two sweet creatures who trusted us humans and died of our hand. I will spare you thier photos. I will spare you the kind hope in their eyes, their gratitude when we let them pass peacefully. I will not show you Terry’s sweet smile, nor Dobry’s quiet and gentle tail-wag…
But I will not spare you of their X-rays. The little dots you see in the spine are bird-pellets. Just tiny little pellets, made by us – people. This is who we are. This is our selfishnes, our cruelty. This is how we are raised, this is what we teach our children. I don’t want to think that this is our future too. I want to think that change is close, that it is up to you.
I will not stop spreading these stories, I refuse to take them as something usual, I refuse to let it be. And so should you, dear friends. It is up to us.
Rest in peace, Dobry and Terry! I hope you forgive us for being human. Human as we are.
Nadia
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