Dogs are sometimes more important than we are.
I’m referring to feeding my pets—since I have four of them, it’s sometimes hard for me to get food and daily provisions for myself and my mother, and as a result, it’s a little harder for me to take care of my pets.
Greetings to everyone who’s part of this great community—have a happy Saturday, everyone! And here I am, venting yet another frustration.
I said that when it comes to animals, they can’t speak up and tell us, “I’m hungry.” They don’t complain either; they just wait for you to give them their food. And like any living being, they get used to this rhythm of life.
Over the past week, absolutely everything in my life has been in a downward spiral—it’s been a constant struggle—and even the dogs are being affected.
My favorite dog, Chama—the chubby brown one in the house—is already starting to show signs of it on her face, and she looks thin.
Today, at 7 a.m., just as I’m about to leave the house to see what the day has in store for me, I’m sharing this post with you to remind you that dogs are part of the family and that we should love them just like any other family member.
Have a great weekend!
