Hi, I'm a dog. I really don't have a home. I get food maybe twice a day at most, that too if I'm lucky. I try and manage you know. I go about looking here and there and sniffing. I really like humans. I feel they are so respectable and I like to obey them. If you look closely, they aren't much different from me you know. I feel I understand them. Sometimes they give me food, some of them pat me and I go about prancing around them. I really like them, have I told you that already? You can tell, my stupid tail always wags when I'm happy.
I'm happy. Yeah. I don't feel anything is too shabby in this world. With all the days I go by barely eating and sleeping on the street being the best condition I get, I'm still happy. I go about barking at night if I see a stranger near my home.
Home. That's a stranded thought. To be honest, this place has been my home last 10 days. But that doesn't matter you know. I make it my own. The people in these houses are like my family. I like protecting them. That little girl on that yellow house, over there, do you see it? She is my new best friend. She always smiles and jumps about with me whenever she comes out to play. But, that's not much actually. She has studies to do. And her mother doesn't like me, she feels I'm dirty. I don't blame her, I am dirty, yes! But you know even with everything I'm happy.
I used to have a master. When I grew up, my mom and I used to stay in the street in front of my master's house. In fact you know, I was born in his house. He used to love me so much, play with me and give me food. When I could walk my mother took me out to the street. She told me that it was his house and it was not our place to stay since we are dirty. But he was our master all right. Everytime he will go out I will be jumping with excitement. What fun it was, you know. Ah, well. Who doesn't love their childhood.
But then that day came when he left. My mother said that they wanted to go to a new house, which confused me. What was wrong with this house? For me it was so much bigger and cleaner than the corner of the street I used to sleep in. I chased the car that day, till I could. I ran and ran and called at him. But in the end, I lost him.
Well, I'm here now and happy. We have moved from that place too. Infact we are constantly moving. I make my everyday eating the scraps out of thrown out food, and chase cats and follow people. I go places you know. People are funny creatures yoh know. Some girls almost squish me inside them, cuddling and all, as if they haven't seen a dog! And then there are small boys who throw pebbles at me and I reprimand and run away. But I don't mind any of that. I feel there should be a balance. You know what I mean?
I was really happy. Until now.
After I had our dinner, mom and I were walking through the streets. Suddenly a motobike rashed in from somewhere. It's not the first time I have seen bike rashes, and I have always avoided them. But today it was different. Like in a blink of an eye, my world shattered. The bike came and crashed onto my mother directly spilling a line of blood from her left feet. In a matter of shock I started barking as my mom moaned in pain. I was only sad by that time, but to my utter surprised the bike returned back and ran over my mother the second time as she was not able to move from her position. It crippled my heart as I saw my mom sqeal for the last time. But the bike came again and thrashed whatever was left of my mother into a red smear of broken corpse. My mind bogled and I felt stupified, unable to move by the tragedy that happened by such horrendously evil actions. The bike came back and this time I was outraged and I barked as much as I can, more because of despair.
It's midnight now and I'm still sitting a feet away from my mother. Despair and desolation have filled me. It's scary how with one event your whole life can stop and shatter. Everything that gave me happiness, now has no meaning. Just the thought of someone can be so cruel doesn't perplex me anymore. I have been moaning, but in this eerie winter night, there's no one to be seen. I think I will not be able to look at a human being the same way I used to ever again.
