Not a Wonderful World: The Longest Night of My Life Trying to Save an Ailing Animal
On the night of November 28th, just as I was about to sleep, I heard four dogs bawling outside the house. While this is a common sound where I live, something about that night felt different—almost unsettling. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. I rushed to the entrance to see what was happening. What I saw left me shocked and heartbroken. A skinny, emaciated calf was being attacked by a pack of aggressive street dogs. From my first-floor balcony, I shouted and tried to scare the dogs away. After what felt like forever, they finally ran off. I quickly ran downstairs and opened the gate, relieved that I had stopped the attack. But as I stood in front of the calf, that relief faded away. The calf was badly hurt. Blood dripped from its wounds, its tail and earlobe were bitten off, and it collapsed on the ground. My heart sank as I watched it struggle for life. I felt completely helpless as tears rolled down my face at 2 a.m. I called my pare...
