Starting an Animal Home was one of a thing on my Things-to-do-before-I-die
list. After today, it has become a priority on that list. I never knew finding
a home for a li’l pup could be so difficult. Numerous mails, innumerable
messages yielded no result. And people want to know what breed it is. What difference would it make? So your love depends on the breed, eh? Wow.
And there's hardly anything Animal Shelters can do. They're doing their best. But they only provide for sick or injured animals. Besides, high population. Low funds. No space. That is sad. And disturbing.
To top it, some
ridiculous movie on bull racing was aired on Zee Marathi. Seeing the animals
beaten up for stupid pleasure made me cringe even more.
To all those who asked me the puppy’s breed – FUCK YOU.
To all those who promised, but never reverted back – FUCK YOU.
To all those who made that shameful movie – FUCK YOU.
To all those who spoilt my day – FUCK YOU.
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