He was in trouble, real trouble. This much I could see. He ran here and there trying to protect himself from something he himself did not know, understand or see. His mind was going haywire, his body in pain, and thoughts, well, the less said the better. The vehicles on the road appeared scary. He ran into a place which seemed desolate. Stairs appeared before him. He climbed them all till he could climb no more. Suddenly, a dog appeared before him from nowhere. Its bark tormented him, scared him and reminded him of what he was and what he had become. In desperation he scratched the dog leaving the dog scamper away howling.
A door opened. A man appeared. Startled to see this creature he made attempts to shut the door but he had already made his way inside. Shouted at, abused, he was forcibly pushed out. Yet, another haven of peace was snatched from him. His brain was no longer obeying his orders. He scampered away to the terrace, to a corner while someone slyly locked the door from the outside.
Two days passed. No food, without water, hurt, humiliated, in pain, his life was just plain hell. And nobody understood. All he could hear were sounds that screamed in his brain increasing his pain and confusion.
One fine morning the door to the terrace opened. Maybe, his saviour was there. Maybe, he was going to get a second chance to live life again, happily. But, it was not to be. The assistants of Death were there shouting, shaking that big strangulating loop of rope before him. He ran for his life. The deadly loop just missed him. They hurled stones at him. He ran again. This time, the loop did its job and he was caught by the neck, hurled in the air. He choked, gasped for breath. His eyes red from disease, fear and incoming death held no appeal to the Warriors of Death. They saw no mercy. They showed no kindness. They wanted the job done. They wanted no hassle. They did not want to come in the way of death. If only they knew that this dying creature wanted to embrace life as much as they did!
While he lay hanging in mid air with the loop tightening around his neck, one of the Death Warriors picked up his weapon, a heavy log. He brought it with all his force on the back of the dying creature’s head. One hit. Twice. Thrice. One more time till he could hit no more and the body lay limp.
Unceremoniously, his body was dragged down the stairs. People peeped from their windows, some jeering, some scared to see death at close quarters. On the ground, he lay bleeding, his body in spasms. No one to love, no one to pat him, no one to even bid farewell. Someone hurled a prayer from a window. It hit him just before darkness filled his world forever.
This is a real life incident I witnessed about a rabid dog that ventured into the colony where I currently live. I have heard of dogs being put to sleep when they suffer and are unable to be treated anymore. But, this was the first time I saw a brutal assault on the life of a dog and on my senses for a fault it was not responsible for. Tell me, which dog would want to die so painfully? Which dog would want to suffer from rabies? Agreed, it was a stray dog but, surely there were better means of putting to sleep a dog that could probably harm other dogs, animals and humans?
I was relieved that my neighbours had not been harmed. I was relieved that I was alive yet, I cried within. Tears flowed unabated and I prayed silently for a better life for the dog that seemed to have worked his karma out or so it seemed.