Guest guest Posted May 29, 2008 Report Share Posted May 29, 2008 It was the howl of despair that could have only come from a distressed soul. I was filming a documentary in the backwaters off the beaches of Sandspit in Karachi, when I heard the cries for help. A tiny brown and white puppy was wading through the murky waters of a mangrove swamp at the edge of a fishing village. I first spotted the puppy while my crew and I were waiting for someone to show up for an interview. Something didn't seem quite right about him as I observed him from a distance. He was wandering around aimlessly and seemed a bit confused. I lost sight of him as he disappeared into the bushes and decided to follow him to see if his mother was nearby. I went around the corner of a house next to the mangroves, but couldn't see him anywhere. I thought maybe he was fit enough and had scampered off to where he had come from. But no. It was then my cameraman pointed him out in the shade next to a wall by the water's edge. Although it was 3 in the afternoon on a hot summer day, the puppy was shivering and was too weak to even sit properly. He looked like he hadn't had anything to eat since a few days and kept stumbling over if he tried to walk. For the complete story, please visit http://www.pawspakistan.org Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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