This morning Anjali discovered Akela was injured. Her paw was torn, no idea how, and full of blood. Anjali was upset and wanted to do something because he poor mother was in pain. She finally called the volunteer group lady and she said they would send somebody. That's a huge relief.
The volunteer arrived a couple of hours later. I am amazed that they do such things during lockdowns and stuff. He tried to nurse Akela and put some medicine but she would not let him. So he left the medicine with Anjali and told her to do it.
This is like a full scale soap opera.
Through the afternoon Anjali tried bit by bit and finally got the medicine on Akela's paw. Seems like she is getting better. Meanwhile the three pups have got some teething problems and are gnawing away at anything they get their teeth into.
One wonders at the fragility and uncertainty of their lives. The mother does not know what will happen to her children, all three now back in the inner circle, and the pups surely don't know what happened to their mother. Its difficult to not think of a benevolent god up there who seems to take care of all beings on earth.
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These days when I step out for my walk I notice the young pups waking up and popping out from under the Santro as if to say a sleepy 'Good morning'. Later in the day they bug me by snapping at my heels.
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