The little puppy died… Mummy called in the evening to tell me so… I went to see them… it started pouring so I carried my red umbrella… heart feeling very uneasy… my feet carrying me as fast as possible… and there was my darling waggy… sad… no wag… just came and stuck her nose into my hand… knowing there was nothing I could do… she refused to eat her dinner or the biscuits I had got for her… starry lay in the corner… I could not bear to see her… I stayed for over an hour with wag and her 4 babies… mustering up the courage to do what I simply knew I had to… called abodh and he said that I should bury her… so I did… found a gunny bag that I wrapped around her… let the restless wag smell her one last time… then I walked a distance and into one of the many pits, lay her down and covered her up with sand…

Weird how the soft wet little thing, felt like a stone… lifeless… gone…
I got home and cried…lots…