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Chapter 9: Worry

Polly walked away backwards eye-to-eye with Sonny who could only whisper - “I’m sorry, little doggie, I’m sorry.”

Polly only stopped walking when he hit a wall. There was no more space to move any further at least along that strip. He felt like he broke a leg or some of his ribs. He licked the part that still hurt hoping that it would have the same healing effect like that of his mother’s.

He learned to endure pain in silence. Nothing good could come out if he cried or screamed. No one cared.

How could there be such contradiction? How could humans say they love dogs? On the one hand they dress up their dogs or puppies like babies, give them food and treats, buy them expensive toys, bring them anywhere they go - to malls, to salons - allow them to sleep in their beds, chew up on their favorite shoes or slippers and find all that cute. And on the other, kick, laugh at, sneer, do nothing to dogs that were sick, hungry, alone - “Wait, that’s me!”

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