Poor old “Sim”…

I can hear “Sim” crying…

…”Sim” is in pain.

Sunday afternoon, sitting out the back at home. Relaxing, thinking, reflecting. I can see some neighbours, I can hear others. Religious “noise” somewhere in the background (always in the background). The sky is clearing up after a few days of solid rain. The birds and the insects always contributing to the dynamic that prevails in the tropics.

I hear “Sim” crying….

Poor old boy. “Sim’s” situation is not looking the best. Weekend before last he had some sort of an accident, the neighbours aren’t sure what happened but hearsay has it that he was hit by a car. The poor animnal can hardly walk, at times I see him dragging his arse along the road. Brings me pain seeing a creature suffer like that.

I have done some “laying of hands” on his injured parts, seems to give him some relief but the injury is a bad one. I have bought him some tinned food and have been feeding him. Not so long ago he was the fastest dog on the block, always getting to food scraps first. Now he just lies there, looking skinnier than ever.

When does one stop being an observer and become a participator? What is “Right Action” in this situation?

Always choice…

Memories of childhood are triggered. I can still see “Wow-wow”, my 1st dog friend, get runover by a car in front of Con’s milkbar in Wahroonga. I was only three or four years old. When I see an animal suffer, especially a dog, those painful memories come flooding back into my concious mind.

Suffering…

So what does the future hold for “Sim”?

Sorry folks, but I am not a fortune teller.

And “Sim” cries…