A Teacher’s Skill Development Session with Her Furry Friends

 **A Teacher’s Skill Development Session with Her Furry Friends** 


My dog, Pappu, is incredibly friendly and enjoys the company of all the cats in my house, even though they don’t always appreciate his presence. However, the one thing he strongly dislikes is me feeding them. To prevent his jealousy from flaring up, I take the cats to the backyard for their meals while instructing Pappu to stay inside. As soon as they see the food, the cats eagerly follow me. Among them was a black mother cat with four kittens. One of them, a tiny brown kitten, was noticeably weak and fragile, barely able to move or even cry for food. His steps were wobbly, and my family doubted he would survive. By the time he struggled to reach the food, the others had already eaten, leaving nothing behind for him. At that moment, the special educator in me awakened. I decided to intervene. Every feeding time, I gently picked up the little kitten and carried him to the food before the others arrived. He was too weak to resist, but this ensured he got the nourishment he needed. Over time, he grew accustomed to my help, and after two weeks of this "special needs support," he regained his strength and energy. Three weeks later, he no longer needed my assistance—he had fully integrated with the rest. I realized that while the ultimate goal remained the same for all—reaching the food—I had simply made accommodations in the process to support the one who struggled. This experience mirrored what I do as a teacher. Inclusion in education isn’t about lowering expectations but about making adjustments to help every student succeed. A valuable lesson, taught not in a classroom but by my furry friends.

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