Sydney Casely-Hayford, sydney@bizghana.com
Little known events shape your life in diverse ways and I discovered some deeply centered emotional nemesis within me I never knew I harbored. All the way from the seventies.
For five years in my life I worked as a laboratory assistant at the Veterinary Services in Labadi. Formative years when I was on the path to becoming a doctor; a profession I later abandoned as I bogged down with teenage matters and sports, my attention drawn from loftier existentialist matters to simple animal behavior.
I remember distinctly the day my half-Alsatian puppy was run over and I had the first test to put it down and alleviate the pain of suffering from two broken front legs and a partially crushed head.
For hours I struggled with the decision, not realizing I was prolonging the pain because I was vacillating and did not have the courage to let a faithful and dedicated pet pass on peacefully.
I had watched many movies of similar situations and never thought I would not have the courage.
Lady had been with me since she was a puppy and followed me dedicatedly everywhere, at some point constantly outside my bedroom door waiting for morning treats and a new exciting catapult day, when she would run around with me in Kanda Estates picking up birds, agama lizards, anything but toads, which she found out one day were a bitter taste and unworthy of such single-minded devastation from my catapult. Read the rest of this entry »
