The Year of the Doggo
This year has been crazy.
First, it was Zenia, then June, and now Softy.
The animal lover in me is at an all-time high.
Zenia, our family pet, came into our lives, thanks to human errors.
Nevertheless, it was a pleasure.
June came to us; let us say it was divine providence. I say so because we found her hiding in a temple.
She came home, but it wasn't the best time as Zenia was going through a medical condition.
With a heavy heart, June was sent to an animal farm.
Three months later, Softy sauntered into our colony, and I became his human.
Full of life and zest, forever ready to explore and play, he is a kid who was probably abandoned for having a skin condition.
The lady who found him arranged for him to be lodged in the local gym.
Really nice of the caretaker, a young guy.
Though Softy got to run, he also had access to rubbish, which he swallowed with relish.
Only he knows how long he wandered the streets alone, surviving on stones, poop, and rubbish.
His new lodging was better than wandering the streets and being shooed away.
He was fed, walked, and made new friends with the other strays.
He even got a bath.
Oh, medicines and shots followed soon.
He continued to be the darling that he was.
Hoping to help him heal sooner, I brought him home.
He loves the couch, he is best buddies with my brother, and he likes to hang around our mother.
But he continues to shadow me wherever I go.
A growing child, he loves to explore and chew on things.
He yields to sit, go, and come.
Alas, he hasn't learnt to restrain himself when nature calls.
Waiting for his forever home, he would like somebody who understands his situation.
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So I call it the year of the Doggo.
I did not find them, they found me.
