I walk alone in a world full of people who have been somehow a part of my life. There were some who were tied to me by blood; some relations whom I chose to accept were my friends and my beloveds. And then there were “them”. “Them” are more human than humans and some of their prized possessions are loyalty and selfless love. Abandoned by all, they still never lose hope of finding a new parent, or a friend, a companion or at least a well-wisher.
Can you ever imagine yourself being dragged out of your own home forcefully and what belonged to you for most part of your life can not be yours anymore just because someone else told you so. What appears to be unimaginable to you, is part of their everyday life. They live on the streets with utmost pride and call it their home. A broken shoe to you is a new toy for them; a leftover loaf of bread is, well, party...
They are not thieves or beggars but wanderers teaching you how to survive. Struggle is what they get in inheritance. They've brought life into a lonely street with their existence. Oh how they wag their tails when they see you and hop around with joy if you bring them their favorite treat. They wait for me every day to just whistle at them or scratch their head and say “hello”.
Without them, my home street will lose its soul. I call these marvelous creations of God my “animal buddies”.
-- Ruchi Jain (Animal Lover)