"She was penned up alone for a few years cos the 'owner' reckoned she was too aggressive to be let off with the other farm dogs, that she would find ways and means to escape.
Her life was barricaded in a wired rectangular fencing, surrounded by unwanted junk, under a crude zinc shelter that leaks when it rains.
One day, one of the farm workers got fed up of cleaning after her everyday and just let her loose.
Aggresssive?
You can't get further from the truth. This lady is the sweetest gal we know (hmm...ok, close fight with Summer). Very motherly nature, which was why Grey went up to NA together with her.
We call her Mommy Dog cos she mothers the dogs on the farm. She is an angel. "
I remember when I put my hand through the gate, she'd come galloping towards me -- not for the meat piece in my hand -- but for a warm caress, a tactile love.
When she got the meat, she didn't swallow it but gave it to the pups around her, like a wolf regurgitating for her young.
Today, we received a call from NANAS that Mama dog has passed away due to tick fever and heartworm attack. Last Sunday, she displayed visible symptoms of irregular breathing, panting and weight loss.
She is in heaven now, leaving behind Grey, whom she'd been dotingly mothering since JK days.
We love you, gal.
God bless your soul. You're in peace now.
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