Author: Rajan



The dog in the picture was admitted to Krupa Animal Hospital with a serious head injury. The skull had a huge gash with the flesh totally exposed and one eye gouged out. Yet the little one was bravely moving about and wagging its tail. The wounds were so deep and infected that it took several weeks of dedicated care and attention to bring about some improvement. Now the wounds are slowly but surely healing and the little dog is holding on bravely.

Are street dogs really mad?

Every unfortunate dog on the street is labeled as mad and people scream to kill it. This is a gem from the 16th century English Poet Oliver Goldsmith. The poem wakes you up with a start pointing out how judgmental humans are towards animals with no one to advocate their cause.

An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog (1766)

Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
And if you find it wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.

In Islington there was a man,
Of whom the world might say
That still a godly race he ran,
Whene’er he went to pray.

A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad,
When he put on his clothes.

And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,
And curs of low degree.

Dog and man at first were friends;
But when a pique began,
The dog, to gain some private ends,
Went mad and bit the man.

Around from all the neighbouring streets
The wondering neighbours ran,
And swore the dog had lost his wits,
To bite so good a man.

The wound it seemed both sore and sad
To every Christian eye;
And while they swore the dog was mad,
They swore the man would die.

But soon a wonder came to light,
That showed the rogues they lied:
The man recovered of the bite,
The dog it was that died.



The lovely little pet in the picture is Caesar, a one year old mongrel with striking features. When Caesar was a little puppy of two months, he was adopted by a family who looked after him quite well. Unfortunately for little Caesar, this was not to last long as soon he was diagnosed with the problem of an enlarged heart. He had to be taken for regular check-ups and given medicines on time – a task that his family did not have the time or inclination for. So he was left at Krupa for good. The family has abandoned him forever. However, with proper care and medication, Caesar’s health has improved. But the sight of so many other dogs at the hospital, has left him scared and anxious. What Caesar needs is a caring family and a home with a calm atmosphere. If there is someone who can give Caesar the care he so richly deserves, please contact Poornima @ 9880563690



Monsoon has just loomed in and so the harrowing times of street animals running helter skelter in panic searching for cover. Rains bring scarcity of food and they starve for days not able to search for food in the rains. Old and sick animals especially dogs perish in the rains. While most of us tend to ignore a running dog, what as animal lovers can we do to ease their pain and agony?

-Compassionate dog lovers may please open their gates to give shelter to these frightened animals till the rains stop. I have seen a very kind person erecting a make shift shelter with plastic sheets along his compound wall.

-Please provide some food for these famished strays looking for shelter.

-Please also remember. Animal protection is a community effort and please do not leave this responsibility to a few NGO’s struggling with limited infrastructure and funds.

    An ode to the suffering dog by an unknown dog lover

Tail tucked between their legs,
Confusion in their eyes
I know it’s hard to understand
That someone heard their cries.

Thrown by bushes and left to roam
Or tied to a gate without a care
These lonely dogs know nothing of
The life we shared; the home; the love.

When loneliness is all you know
And pain is all you feel
And no one can be trusted
And hunger’s all too real.

That’s the time the Lord sees you
And lets you know He’s there
That’s when He sends His messengers
The hearts that love and care.

Yes, rescuers are angels
You cannot see their wings
They keep them neatly folded
As they do their caring things.

The medicine to make you well,
Good food to make you strong.
And finally to help you learn
That hugs are never wrong.

The perfect place then must be found
The home where you can live
Secure and safe and happy
With joy to get and give.

When you reach your Forever Home,
Your place to feel whole.
The angels smile and off they go
To save another soul.

So now I need to ask of you
A friendly favour, perhaps overdue.
Won’t you open your heart to take one in,
And let the love of man and dog begin.