UNMC Animal Welfare was founded by Tessa and I, back in last October 2013. There weren’t any structure in place and dogs were everywhere in this university. Students have polarising opinion regarding the matter of stray dogs wandering around campus area. Some hate dogs and some love dogs. Personally, I think the existence of this group is to continue challenge the depressing humanity.
We rescued our very first dog who have been through two splashed of hot oil, where his body is scared twice, with large patch of skin burning off him. We call him scarface. I saw him walking around university, and no one, no one did anything to help this friendly dog. You see scarface walk past cafeteria, study area, with so many people, wagging his tail with a large patch of raw flesh, and I was shocked, sad, and feeling helpless at the same time.
A year later, UNMC Animal Welfare have gains support from university management board, and some students who love dogs and don’t mind getting their hands dirty. We have rescued so many puppies, kittens, dogs and cats. And at the very least, we are a part of someone, who doesn’t just pretend to be a student or academic institution that claims to do good for humanity, enriching life but actually cares only about moneys, grades, and fames. I apology if I sounds both skeptical and cynical at the same time. We have had too many depressing experiences, that sometime overly outweigh small efforts of goodness. That doesn’t mean I discredit all the small efforts by some students who contacted us. I really enjoy hanging with students in this way, we walks the dogs that have been trapped and going through treatment, we spent times going back and forth to vet. It made me feel solid and real in this world of “i want to change the world” and actually carry out no action.
I want to record my personal journey with Animal Welfare, especially with Tessa, Jiin, Treshi, Lhavanya and everyone that have worked with us before. By writing an incident we encountered yesterday. Tessa have noticed an online SOS through Cherish Life by a random facebook user, who took a 9 seconds video. In that 9 seconds video, we saw the dog laying on the bridge. When we were there, we saw the temple dog is with a broken leg, and his bones sticking out, dried up with rotten flesh and maggots.
We have made a few calls to the temple, to check if the dog is still at the bridge, and they told us there is no dog as such. But We thought we will just head over the temple and try our luck. We got there before the nightfall, as we approach the bridge, there is a family gathering hanging around relaxing. They saw us carrying a dog catching pole and leash, and told us the dog is still over the bridge. So we went there, pick up the dog, and brought it to the vet right away.
The next day, we are told that the dog past away because he is too weak with his internal injuries and long infected broken legs, and couldn’t made himself through the night. Something strikes me hard about myself, that I want to share with anyone who follow this particular rescue. Since that very first time I got my hands onto stray dog, I have came a long way to developed a emotional coping skill, that I don’t emotionally response to incident like this.
This is too much, as it happens in a Temple. The dog must have hang around in the Temple before and after the accident have happened, So many tourists, religious human being who must have walk past this temple dog, and no one give a damn to it just because he is bleeding, the worse part is to left it under rains for so many days? What is the point of having all kind of animal statues, pretty cultural sculptures, beliefs, myths, when actually, the spirit of animals running around the temples is invisible?
There is something, fundamentally wrong about humanity. Personally, I feel angry and sad after the incident, at first I discovered how desensitised I over times, and later I feel a strong urge to go and knock down all the animal statues, burn sculpture to ashes. Just so that human being can look into the eyes of temple dog, without any distraction. I want to make them realise and turns these sadness visible to them. They won’t look at all the pretty statues in the temple, and ignore the dying temple dog. The blood of the temple dog will never fades in our backseat, just like his paw prints. Sadly keeps reminding me how dark humanity can possibly gets.
R.I.P I hope you are now free and happy from this fucked-up world. 
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