The pup I had written about was slowly and steadily becoming a part of our lives, when it happened. The pup had been very scared and shy to step out of my place… We did not have the heart to tie him up as he loved to sprint around the place and everybody loved petting him.

Since the day before evening he was being a bit more bold and brave. We thought this was great news as it meant his hurt leg was much better.

Yesterday he was hit by an autorickshaw while he was sprinting across the road. We did not realize much of what had happened until my dad went to feed him and found him missing. My neighbor met me in the evening and told me what had happened… he wanted us to know as he had seen us taking care of him.

My mom was the most heartbroken, my dad puts up a good poker face at these situations and pretends like its not hurting him. Sadly we had only yesterday discussed naming him… a step I knew that would eventually lead to us adopting him completely.

Guess our paths were meant to go along only for so long… Its really hard to walk by the place he would sleep and not expect him to run straight to you and start playing with your feet…