Some dogs are picked from the streets,
sent into space, without consent,
where they die within minutes.
Sorry, Laika.
Some are poisoned
because they are considered a nuisance
in bustling cities,
go see, developing countries,
of South-east Asia.
Some walk with Buddhist monks
on peace missions, like Aloka.
Some live with homeless men,
standing at intersections,
asking for alms,
or resting under the fig.
Some are called children
with regular toys subscription.
Some sit in the passenger seats
of luxury cars
and go visit national parks.
Same species sure,
but different fates,
why will they not see the world
through different lenses?
That's life.
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Seema Patel
Hi, I am Seema. I have been writing on the internet for 15 years. I have contributed to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, and Amazon KDP.
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Omggg what happened to Laika broke my heart so much 😭😭😭😭😭 I cannot began to imagine how terrified she must have felt 😭😭😭😭😭😭
IDK what I'd do without ours. Probably save money, that's for sure. But they are such good companions, loving to take walks and give love