My name is Tony and I am a stray dog. Ever since I was born, I wanted to be one of those pampered pet dogs who roams in vehicles with good looking ladies and eats good food and sleeps beside them and does everything as good as their master, but not every dog gets what he wishes for. I am six years old and for the first two years I thought I was one amongst those pampered friends of mine because at that age, I was cute, silky and small in size and girls and ladies passing by would come and touch me and make sounds like "Aww, such a cute puppy, chhupi, my baby," and then put biscuits in front of me and proceed. I kind of liked their touch and love, but I never thought that when I will grew up things would change so drastically. As I grew up, my mom left me on my own and I technically became an orphan. She never fed me anymore, and I had to arrange my food on my own. Sometimes I had to give some to my mom also, since she was growing old and I had to take care of her too, but I knew she would pass away very soon.
Winter was about to come and I saw my mom's health deteriorating, but I was helpless. One unfortunate day she left me alone and died hugging me. I wasn't really aware of her death until a man on whose land we were taking shelter came to shoo us. He had a bamboo stick in his hand and was about to beat me up, so I ran away and thought my mom would follow me but she kept laying there on the ground without any movement. That scoundrel beat my mom with five consecutive sticks, but my dear mother didn't move and then I understood she was no more in the world. I wanted to go and kiss her for the last time but couldn't go because of that man. My eyes were wet and I left her alone.
In the evening I saw that man with a few people picking up and taking away my dear mom somewhere. I thought they would throw her on the railway track and then I would be able to glance her for once but those jerks threw her dead body into a big sewage and she went away with the flow.
