And its a dog's life
Life couldn’t possibly get worse. It was a time when I was at the height of suffering, suffering from the same old problems a young adult faces… Although I’d had worse times before, but maybe now I had lost the energy and patience to face it all. I used to make every possible effort to check myself again and again, trying not to do anything that would make me regret, make me suffer more, make me repay anyhow. Maybe my efforts just weren’t enough. But these weren’t the only things that bothered me. One of my greatest worries was Baghira, my nine month old Black Labrador who stood by me through all my vicissitudes. He was one guy I could count on at anytime. It was like I could almost compare my life with his. I loved Baghira. But then again, there was a problem, not one but many problems. Baghira was a pain in the backside for my family but I couldn’t give him away. He could understand me so well. But the way my family, except for my mom, used to treat him made me cry. I couldn’t see