The Bond That Ceased, Yet The Love That Exists.

This isn't a love story. This doesn't involve girlfriends and/or boyfriends, or brides and/or grooms, or “forever meant to be”’s. 

But this is a story of love - a love that has sustained itself out of a bond that lasted for not more than 24 hours. 

Hi. My name’s Shubhankar. What you might be reading further doesn’t have a happy ending, or even a sad ending, or a lesson learnt. It’s just a story of Schwaan and I. 

Schwaan - what a lovely chap he was. A golden labrador, little, scrumptious, and lazier than what we’d expected, but lovable anyhow. We’d brought him home - it was Summer - and chose to be ignorant to the fact that my mom was -is - really afraid of dogs. She’s really afraid of almost all animals. I was adamant. We had to have a puppy at home. So we did, even though many advised otherwise. 

Now there he was, at home. I couldn't yet fathom there was a Marley living under the same roof as me, playing with me, and for the most part, sleeping. A perfect epitome of a real-life Sleeping Beauty. 

The afternoon and evening passed with all of us - minus Mom - embracing Schwaan. My mom had temporarily resided at the dining-table, then the bed, anywhere but the floor. Then came nighttime. Schwaan begin having episodes of uncontrollable excretion. My brother and I stayed up late, cleaning the results of each. We were worn out and had to call our dad to come and stay with Schwaan for a little while so that we could grab some sleep. 

The next morning, the tiredness of the previous night was fairly recognizable on our faces. That was when we had an epiphany. We can handle all the love of a dog and his sweetness and his cuteness, but it requires too much work. Therefore, we decided to give it away to a family who could really work hard to keep him, love him, nurture him. A relative of one of my father’s employees was looking for a dog for their family, for their two children. A genuine, loving family. Perfect match. Hardest decision - to let Schwaan go. But we had to. 

Evening. It was time. I got ready, packed all of Schwaan’s stuff, picked him up, greeted him to my grandmother before leaving, got in the car, reached my dad’s office, greeted him to everyone else, held his little paw in the air to enunciate a goodbye. As I was walking through throngs of people and commotion, I was holding Schwaan in my arms, wanting it to never end. I was so emotional, I hardly was expressive. Pokerface. We met the man and handed our little one to them. 

On the ride back home, I was speechless. No word spoken, no sound made, no reaction given. I was looking out the car-window but I had my sight set on nothing but the melancholic void. It was like I’d given away a piece of me, and a teardrop would almost appear every time I’d think of it, I’d think of him. 

The family was contacted a few days later and we found out that the father was working extra shifts just to be able to fully take care of our little one that swiftly became an irreplaceable part of them. 

I couldn't have planned this for myself. Being an animal lover, I couldn't predicted I’d be the one who’d give such a cutie away, who wouldn't be able to take care of him, who’d so quickly grow tired by the work raising a pup calls for. 

But I’m happy, ‘cause I believe Schwaan’s happy. 

-Shubhankar Verma

You will loose your mind, but not your soul

I work for the animals and I m proud of myself.
I know I wont get to earn money in this, but what I will earn is the satisfaction of seeing the abandoned animal healthy and alive. When I look into the eyes of an animal I do not see an animal, I see a living being. I see a friend. I feel a soul.

People often say "now you should stop", "you are going out of your way for them". They do not understand that I find animals much better than humans. All animals love you back till infinity.
When I started with "People for Paws", I did not see money, I saw hundreds of animals being rescued and getting forever homes or just a second chance at life. I often feel, this will be my last rescue, since its difficult to manage college and rescue missions. But then I cant close my eyes when I see a voiceless who needs some aid(specially when it is a small baby).

I wish they had longer life, but I know for me my heaven will be- filled with all the animals I helped in my life. Its always hard to say goodbye to the ones I rescue when they get their forever homes, even though I m happy for them. I have tears in my eyes, but they are of happiness.

I, as an animal lover might have made some decisions which has caused the voiceless their lives. But I have been an angel to many as well.

And each and every rescue of has been a life changing part of my life.

-Namishtah arora

We are making an effort!

We are privileged to be entitled to freedom, liberty and respect, however many of our fellow homo sapiens deny these rights to animals who too are entitled to love and mercy. Being typical and simple, People For Paws is an effort to shelter stray animals with the love and care they deserve. Homeless and hungry, they usually don't bother you until you bother them. Their miserable lives simply end leaving no mark of existence but scars of coldness of inhuman hearts. These lovely creatures have a lot to offer in return of mere care and warmth. Without a shadow of a doubt, they make remarkable pets and shower you with love and happiness all day, everyday. But the fact can’t be denied that adoption is not possible for every animal lover. Off late, initiatives are being taken to at least serve them with good meal and health. The plight of these not-so-poor creatures is beyond recognition, but what we do know is that sincere efforts and little steps mark huge reformations. Wouldn't it be heartbreaking to turn our backs when we do know we’re capable of bringing about a much needed change? And trust me, seeing a deprived animal receive what he deserves can make you cry the tears of joy we hear of. It’s not about if they can speak or not, or whether they deserve this and that or not - it has always been about how they feel. And beyond any second thought, they do.

-Kaya sharma

Do As You Have Never Done BEFORE

On the Way CASES:: HIT n RUN

Many a times a bundle of wool or cloth or fur look alike living/injured/dead animal comes on our way on a busy road, while we are hurrying up to reach to our office or some other destination (we are always in hurry).

Usually what we do………

1.       Half the time we want to believe it is a rug only and avoid looking at that side and take our vehicle from a distance to justify our belief.

2.       Other times we feel, it must be dead; if not dead then soon it should be as its already half dead. 

3.       Some feel, it’s a bad omen and avoid feeling or accepting a fact.

But, one thing is sure that we do not feel happy about it and it gives us a slight discomfort in mind and heart.  Even if it is just a drop size discomfort or is it guilt...

1.       in mind – we are running late to our destination and it is not a good site….so why bother

2.       in heart – because we know we must do something … but we are not doing…so why think

What is to be done??

Next time, we see something like this, let us do different (even if for just once)

In case the animal is dead, only 3 steps recommended::

1.       If body all rolled over and crumpled – we can’t do much but just go on without a halt  - Easiest and will take no time -

For the other 2 steps, we need to stop our speeding car gradually to a side. Go back a little distance and wave the traffic to halt for a minute (believe me, they will stop)

2.       If the body is fine – let our hands go bit dirty and - may take our 10-30 minutes -

-          wrap it in a rug / newspaper and put it at the road side  OR

-          wrap it in a rug / newspaper and throw it in a dump-yard OR

-          wrap it in a rug / newspaper and bury it in the ground, wherever nearest or as per your ease

3.       If not the above, please give a call to Municipality/Animal Shelter to take care of it - may take 5 minutes –

In case the animal is alive, just 3 steps recommended::

1.       Let us give it some first aid and tell, he/she need not fear and you are there

2.       Take it to a veterinary, PLEASE and give him/her a chance to live happily or die peacefully

3.       At least give a call to PFA or some other shelter to help you help him/her. 

It’s not necessary that our action will make him/her live but it is sure - will not die in unending pain and fear of the running traffic around. 

You will not have that earlier feeling of discomfort anymore and will be more respectful towards yourself for being the same to another.

Road Accidents of Animals::

It’s easy to see something die and not do anything about it, it saves us:

-          Mental discomfort

-          Time

-          Money

-          Effort

-          Restlessness

On the other hand, if we try saving – possibilities are:

-          we may get late to reach our destination (for which we originally headed for)

-          it may go time consuming (much more than we thought)

-          it may go expensive (to arrange treatment and transport)

-          it may tire us (no time line of day and night for the cure)

-          it may still die (we or Doctor may not be able to save life even after all the effort put)

Question is why shall we indulge in an act that has all liabilities and drawbacks?

Answer is simple and one

The only gain in the bargain is: self satisfaction, moral need or being human to help save a life and Happiness of the outcome of all of the pain taken.

CHOSE WHAT WE SHALL DO, WHEN WE SEE SOMETHING LIKE THIS NEXT TIME……..

something said by the amity people....

Zarah- "Yes actually the world does revolve around my dogs"

Muskaan- "Would you ignore a child wandering the streets alone with no food and no hope?

A stray is as vulnerable as any child.

FEED, RESCUE, ADOPT!

Its just a matter of love!"

Namishtah- "In the world who could care less, be the one who could not care more!" 

Minali- "We support

 those who volunteer their time for animals.

those who save and rescue animals.

those who have created sanctuaries.

those who have become voice for animals.

those who have care for neglected & abused.

those who simply act"

Siddharth- ""If we stop caring for animals, we will stop caring for people"

Pooja- "When I look into the eyes of an animal, I do not see an animal. I see a living being. I see a friend. I see a soul." 

some kindness is still left..

Random act of kindness





-Kuljeet chaudhary

My little Mischief.

Today, I’m gonna tell you about my little Mischief. 

I moved to Gurgaon from Hyderabad in June of 2005. I’d been wanting to keep a dog. I’d been planning to take in a stray, but as it turned out, I got Mischief and her brother, who sadly passed away. We’ll talk about that later.

A bitch at a family friend’s had given birth to her pups on 9th August of the same year. The caretaker had been looking for warm, welcoming homes for the pups, so I asked her to let me adopt a couple. I still remember, I went an

d saw them and they were adorable and shining - like a ball of white wool. It was love-at-first-sight. I’d wanted to take them home right away but they were so little, we had to wait. 

Eventually, one day, we got a frantic call from the caretaker asking us to take the pups immediately since they were all slowly demising. We grew so worried, we rushed to their residence as soon as we could and what horrified me was to have had noticed that only 2 out of a 6 or 7 were alive, and the both of them were covered in ticks. There was not one part of their tiny bodies not covered in ticks. They’d sucked almost all the blood and the pups were almost dead. 

We took ‘em home and had been yearning for the morning to arrive since we had to take them to the vet. Every second that night seemed like an hour. The morning came and we took them to the vet who was shocked at their condition. They were so weak, I had to feed them milk, sitting them on my lap. 

What began was a daily rendezvous to the vet for the removal of the ticks. A lot of times we had to de-tick them ourselves at home. It took us 2 weeks and abundance of care to get the little ones back on their feet, healthy and hearty. I’m so glad neither myself, nor the pups, gave up.

But unfortunately, one day, at the age of 5, Mischief’s brother Scamp passed away because of a heart-attack. 

Now we just have Mischief who is a self-proclaimed ‘Lady Of The House.’ She sleeps besides me every night, loved by everyone in the house.