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I gotz you boy!


Sshh…my baby Sleepy Sleepy !!


Khrrrr…. I’m Sleepy Sleepy!!

The Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (RSPCA) in UK said the number of abandoned animals soared 57 percent last year to 11,586 the equivalent of more than 30 a day.


Britons may have a reputation as animal-lovers but they are increasingly dumping their pets as they struggle to cope with the impact of economic downturn.


The number of abandoned cats was up by 50 percent and a third more dogs were discarded, the charity said. Horses, farm animals and exotic pets were also being chucked out.


In addition to the actual numbers being thrown out, there had also been a 52 percent rise in inquiries from the public looking to give up their pets.


Tim Wass, chief officer of the RSPCA inspectorate, said the cause was “everything to do with the economics about owning a pet” from paying for food to veterinary bills.


“It’s a huge rise and I’m afraid that we can only point to economics to find a solution to the current problem,” he told BBC radio.
“It’s affecting pretty much every animal. We’re really struggling to cope at the moment.” Battersea Dogs and Cats Home, Britain’s best-known animal refuge centre, located in south London, said in December it was at bursting point after taking in more than a thousand more strays than it had done a year earlier.

This post is dedicated to my beloved dog Woofy aka Guffy.

Sorry for the one day delay in posting my blog… Yesterday, on 10th March, I was not in a mood to write anything as it was the black day on which my precious pet – Woofey got died.  Woofey died on 10th March 2003… in my hands… he was 13 years old then. Five years passed but the pain has never subsided. My  inner pain caused me to be quiet and less than social. I was not looking for, nor did I expect sympathy. Its a very personal thing and no one can understand what I am going through.

Woofy aka Goofy Rao

God saw that he was getting tired
and a cure was not to be.
So He put his arms around him
and whispered, “Come with me Woofy.”

With tear-filled eyes I watched him
suffer and fade away.
Although I loved him deeply,
I could not make him stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
run-loving paws put to rest.
God broke my heart to prove that
He only takes the best.

Woofy was an exceptionally smart dog who could anticipate my moves and seemed to understand everything. He could understand my hand signals and commands, I could say left or right shake and woofy would do it. He was an exceptional dog and my best friend in this world.



July 2020