When I was a kid, animal rights hasn't yet caught up in our area. We had a dog we named Pinky because of her pink nose, which was rare for us. We've had her for a number of years until she got too old to be a guard dog. We've been robbed twice and never once had we heard her bark. This gave my father an excuse to just close the gates on her saying she's full of ticks and fleas anyway.
Back then, there were no veterinary clinics anywhere nearby and the ones you can find are in Manila, which is at least a two-hour travel. She stayed just outside our gate, still hoping she would be let in until my dad found her dead one day. I'm embarrassed to say that I couldn't do anything back then because I was afraid of my dad and thinking about it now just makes me sad because I did love her.
