When I joined SGPGI in the summer 1987, I had no patients to see. I was made chariman of the "Pig Chasing Committee". Life has come full circle with my recent elevation to a similar post. But compassionate handling of these unfortunate creations is something we can't close our eyes to. Each evening, when my pet Neal wags his tail and jumps into the back seat of my car for a ride, the orphaned, tick infested emaciated young mother of three liters on the road looks at me with doleful eyes and asks " Why don't you love me too?". And I have no decent answer!
So simple and well written..
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