Binny’s short journey

People who own animals must take responsibility for their lives, their health and their safety.  Countryside and Spanish villages are nothing short of third world and Spain needs to come into […]

People who own animals must take responsibility for their lives, their health and their safety.  Countryside and Spanish villages are nothing short of third world and Spain needs to come into the 21st century....

We will campaign against this and for sterilisation………..in memory of Binny and all the many  kittens and puppies left die in bins and  other cruel things that happen…

Binny's short journey

I don’t know what I am but if I could speak human I could tell you I am aware and I feel. I have instinct, I feel safe, I feel the warmth of her who held me inside her with my brothers and sisters, I feel their bodies against mine, I feel her breath in the darkness and so all is well.

But what is happening now, I feel strange sensations I can’t feel her breath anymore, I am cold, uncomfortable and it’s strange.  Pain is a new sensation, this doesn’t feel safe now.

We all call for her, the other warm ones and me; we call for her breath and warm body, we needed her for something important we know that but that has gone, we cry for her hopelessly.  Noises are loud, pain gets worse, breath is hard, and the other warm ones are now cold and quiet.

I feel alone.  I will call, louder, stronger, it’s all I have....I don’t know what I am but I don’t like it now, I want to be inside her, with the warm breath and the warm body, the outside is not good.  I lose awareness...then I feel again, but worse, so I call louder.  Then something happens, I feel warmth, it isn’t hers but it’s something, I still cry though, now I feel safer but alone somehow, so I keep calling her…..her with the warm breath and the warm body....I feel something warm but my instinct tells me it’s wrong...the noise is soft, the touch is soft but it isn’t her with the warm breath and the warm body and it’s her I want.

Warmth, awareness, loss of awareness, I feel a bit better but I want her and only her with the warm breath and the warm body.....then I see her....I see the others that went quiet, they are together... I can run, and the others look big and strong, they smile with their tails.... I see a bridge to cross, they are on the other side and I run towards them.  The beautiful colours behind them beckon me...nearly there, nearly safe....with my tail and my new strength I smile at the human who tried to save me from my pain - but that which only her with the warm breath and the warm body can give and so it was too late...I do hope the human feels my gratitude and my regret that I could not stay longer.

I run to her with the warm breath and the warm body and feel it at last; I am with them on the other side of the bridge with the beautiful colours.  I smile with my tail and nuzzle her, the one with the warm breath and the warm body....

Binny seemed to be doing well. He couldnt suckle from the tiny bottle and we had discovered the sponge method which seemed to be working. It was a make-up sponge, cut into shape, so he could suckle on it and the special puppy milk was syringed onto the sponge as he suckled. If Binny had had the first hours with his Mum and the colostrum with the antibodies, needed for his immune system, maybe he would have survived.  One of the other rescued dogs Bambi, tried to confort him...it was so sad.  He was comfortable and seemed happy but just didnt wake up.

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