Karma- The Doggie Daughter
When her owner caused her untold suffering, a goddess descended and offered the dog a new name and a fresh start.
Story: S A Spencer
Photo by Charles C. Collingwood
She hadn’t expected to drift off for so long and was
surprised to feel the stiffness in her body. Instead of plush carpet, the floor
was made of hardwood. There was no separate bed for her. But she was so exhausted
even the uneven floor didn’t intervene in a long sleep.
“How are you, sis?”
She gave her a long, hard look. The smell of the native
breed of dog was familiar to her. She had seen them sleeping on the side of the
road. Fighting with other dogs to get a share of food thrown into the garbage
bins. A glimpse of hope arose inside her–someone was kind to provide a home for
some stray dogs.
The shelter had a few other dogs too. They were keenly watching
her from a distance.
She tried to get up and sit, but whimpered, pain in her buttocks
was beyond words.
“Sorry, sis. I am Jolly. And you?” She emitted a trembling,
quiet whimper.
The native breed let out a sympathetic smile. “I am the only
one here without a name, but that’s for another time. What happened to you? Why
blood is dripping from your ass?”
Jolly had foolishly expected the bleeding to slow and
eventually stop on its own. Or a vet would come to attend her. She sat in
silence, her heart heavy, as she tried to explain what had occurred. She felt
overwhelmed by the sheer amount of what had happened to her in just one day.
“Yes, I was injured. But my owner did this to me. He was so kind
before. But I don’t understand why he seemed to transform into a different
person overnight.” A sob choked her throat.
Another dog came to her. “We got a meal an hour ago, the
last one for the day. You were sleeping. But don’t worry, we have saved
something for you.”
“Thanks, bro.” Jolly said. She was in no mood to eat. But an
entire night in a hungry stomach? No.
The unnamed dog dragged a bowl that still had some uneaten food
in them and set in front of Jolly. “Sis, please eat something. You need
strength to survive.”
Throughout the night, she tossed and turned, unable to find
a comfortable position. A carpeted floor could have given some relief.
The next morning, Jolly could hear the rumble of the vet’s
truck as it pulled up, and she knew she was in for her. She wanted to know why
she had to spend the entire night in such distress if she could have asked. But
she is not a human. Though she was able to grasp the words humans used when
conversing with each other or a dog, she had no way of expressing her own
sentiments.
All she could do is to wag her tail when the vet pulled her
leash towards her. Despite the tormenting pain she was in. Even though the
blood has stopped dripping.
The man who had initially transported her was now standing
alongside the vet.
“How was she hurt? And where is her owner?”
“It’s the owner.” He said.
“You mean the owner is the culprit? What did he do?”
“He… he was…actually he was trying to penetrate.”
“Say what?” The vet stepped back, his mouth gaping in
astonishment. “Is he out of his mind? I have never seen such an incident. But
how did you know?”
“Some neighbours called the police. He was attempting to do
it in his backyard. But when he couldn’t, he took an iron rod and pushed
through her ass. The neighbour next door heard her growl and peeped over the
fence. He video recorded the incident and gave it to the cops.
Jolly didn’t totally get it, but seemed like her owner was
trying to act like a male dog with a female one and got mad when it didn’t
work.
The woman crouched behind and peeped at something without
touching her wound and shouted, “Whoa, she’s in awful shape! Might need
stitches. Why didn’t you phone me when she got here last night?”
“Ma’am”, the man said, “the cop brought her at around eight
in the evening. And your clinic must have been closed. Had she been a human,
the urgency of the situation would have been palpable. Ambulance would have
gone to fetch her. In the end, the police put her owner under arrest and
charged them with abuse of animals.”
Even though she is a canine, this warranted urgent
attention. She is silently enduring her suffering, unable to express it.
Tears pooled in Jolly’s eyes. Right, she can understand most
of what the vet said, but can’t speak in the human language. But the woman
seemed to be a nice one. She might do something to make her pain vanish.
“Come on girl,” the vet patted her back, “I need to take you
to my clinic.”
“Yelp, yelp.” Jolly took a brief step.
She gently caressed her scalp, “I understand, girl. It
hurts. But I will heal you. And give you a cosy, welcoming bed. Come with me.”
She gave a little jerk to the leash.
Jolly grasped the meaning of the word-bed. She
followed the woman, her feet padding lightly against the floor. The van was standing
near the gate. She clambered onto the back seat, the leather squeaking under
her weight, and arranged herself into a comfortable position.
“Good girl. I don’t know your name, but I’m giving you a new
one. From today, you are Karma. All right? And you know my name? Lily.” She
spoke in a low voice as she strapped in.
“Woo, woo.” Jolly understood. It was the name her previous
owner had given. She is happy with her new name, Karma.
“That’s good Karma. The consequences of your owner’s bad
karma will come back to haunt him. Understood?” The car cruised onto the road. “I will make
sure to drive slowly so that you don’t feel the pain.”
Karma had never got so much love from an unknown person. But
what will happen when, after the treatment, she goes back to her actual owner? She
could feel the fear rising within her as she thought about it.
It didn’t’ take long to arrive at the vet’s clinic. Lily
helped her into the clinic and applied something to her ass. It was painful. Crying
silently, she felt the tears run warm down her face. But she knew it would heal
her. Lily also pushed a needle into her skin.
“This will make you to sleep. I live behind this clinic. Let
me fetch something before you fall asleep.” Lily sprinted inside and grabbed a
tin of food for Karma.
As Karma ate and snuggled into the cushion, Lily rubbed her
belly and neck softy, “From now, you don’t have to worry about your past owner.
He is a demon. But I feel your pain. I had a daughter. Criminals molested and
killed her. You are my doggy daughter. This will be your home from now.”
“Woo, woo.” Her heavy eyelids felt like a
sweet reprieve from the pain she was in as the dream slowly enveloped her.
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