Rani, the Indian dog from the Nadiad railway station

Respected sir,

I want to share with you the story of an Indian dog that I brought to Baroda from the Nadiad railway station.

On 10th of July, I received an SOS call from a lady traveling from Baroda to Ahmadabad. Her train had stopped at the Nadiad railway station and she noticed an Indian dog who had been apparently hit by a train and had its front legs compromised. I called up a few locals but none had any contacts in the city, which was 70 odd kilometers from my home. I pondered for another ten minutes and decided to leave for Nadiad. I was perhaps heading for the most adrenaline pumping journey because I had the least possible details of the dog and in a city I was not familiar with. To add on to that, I had no one to guide me on the location. 

It was around 8pm that I was able to reach the destination. I could hear my heart thumping as I approached the officials to ask about the dog because I was fearing the worst. The Railway police was an uncooperative lot. Then I went to the Station Master who perhaps found it amusing but realized very soon that I mean business after getting a polite doze from me. His subordinate approached me with the information and guided where to go and what route to take. Bless him. I dashed off to the tracks of the last platform. Another gentleman on the way provided me with more details. To that, more information was added up by an aged gentleman working near the tracks. 

When there is a will, there is always a way. In a secluded room in the pitch dark was a dog with bloody front legs. I was shaken and paused for a second because I feared being late. Because God is great, she was breathing. Tears rolled down because there was sheer inconclusiveness about this endeavour that finally terminated with hope.

Before we began our journey back she had the painkiller, antibiotic and the tetanus injection for some relief. Half an hour on the way, the beautiful eyes looked at me. Having got some temporary relief from the ordeal, she was curious to look around. I kept talking to her, addressing her as Rani so as to familiarize her with the name. The remainder of the route, she went off to sleep. On reaching Baroda at 1030pm, her wound was cleaned and she had a stomach full meal for a sound sleep through the night. 

Rani will undergo amputation surgery this morning. Her right front leg will be cut at the stump, and in the left one, only a single digit remains in the paw. I had the option of letting her go but there was also the option of saving her and see recovery happen. I chose the latter because I see hope in her eyes and the fighter breed that the Indian dogs are, my conscience has allowed me to take this decision. Post surgery, either I will see her healing or heading for the bad. 

I am confident somewhere in my heart that my Rani will emerge as the true Queen fighting all odds. I am planning to get custom made shoes for her stump that will give her a paw like cushion effect. Perhaps I am being overambitious, but I am confident that it will work out.

Sir, please keep my daughter in your prayers. I will keep appraising you about her status.

warm regards,

Kuhu