He lived in the house in front of our apartment, tied to the door. He had the pavement as his bed and he had no water bowl.
His owners never spent time with him. They just walked over him like he did not exist.
For a long time, this was his life, day in, day out.
I had been seeing Jackie, then five months old, like this that I told my mother how angry I was at his owners for neglecting him.
Jackie used to be beautiful and he looked like our oldest dog.
On March 31, a Sunday, I was home alone, cooking, when I suddenly had this strong urge to go out and take a peek at Jackie.
I saw Jackie walking weakly.
He looked so sad, like he was carrying a heavy burden of some sort. I fed him a leftover hotdog.
He was a very shy pup, I noticed.
After that, I could not stop thinking about him. I was worried for him and angry at his owners as well.
I decided to bring him to our house to feed him but he did not eat. He just slept.
When my mother came home, she asked me what Jackie was doing in front of our house. I told her that they just cut him loose because he was sick. He had a wound on his armpit. He had dry, cracked skin. I saw how unhappy he was. There was something wrong with his feet, too.
My mom and I did not actually talk about adopting Jackie. We already had three dogs and six cats by then. Our apartment is small. But we had this silent understanding that Jackie would be part of our family from then on.
We are not rich so we tried to find alternative and cheaper ways to treat him. We saw him improve as the days passed.
After a week of being with us, super shy Jackie now greets us with a wagging tail.
He goes on hunger strikes whenever he does not like the food but he eats with gusto when we give him meat and spaghetti.
He likes to climb up my lap and sleep there.
He loves tummy rubs and especially loves his bed which is just an old pillow.
Jackie slowly learned to mingle with our other pets.
Rescuing Jackie was something I did not think about. I just did what I thought should be done, what I believed was right.
Jackie did not deserve to be treated like an unfeeling object . He did not deserve to be robbed of puppyhood in the manner his owners treated him: tied to a door and outside the house, unloved, with not even a water bowl.
Strays are also dogs who deserve to be loved and cared for. Aspins do not deserve to live on the streets. They deserve to have a loving home.
Having Jackie made our lives more meaningful.
He makes me smile as he would bark and growl at the same time whenever he does not get what he wants.
He makes us happy just by existing, just by being there with us.
Someday soon, Jackie will totally heal and live a happy life together with our other furbabies which ALL dogs deserve.
I know there will a ME shouting NO and telling our dogs not to play roughly. It will be a total chaos. But it is going to be a happy chaos.
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