A super dog

I was super among all the street dogs. No dog could ever snatch even a single piece of meat or bread from me. all of us use to play and wander around the streets. I was their leader. We used to sit in front of the butcher shop. We walked around the city’s big bins for food. We were in big numbers and that’s why people got scared of our huge number. People often changed their ways whenever we passed through. They had complained about us in the city council and the dogs' control department.

The City council tried to poison us a few times but we escaped. I had a strong sense of drugs. Thus, nobody could ever damage us. They also tried to fire us with guns but luckily due to the huge human population we escaped.

Some of the people were, though, happy with us as well. Because we had to patrol the whole night and made them secure. Nobody could ever dare to get out of their houses at night. Night crimes were reduced too much because of our night patrols.

Time was passing on; our grip was tightened over the area. We used to be active at night and stayed asleep day time. I was a super dog.

These were the last shocking words of him and breathed his last in my arms.

He was not a dog at all. He was a young kid about 9 years old. He might be an unwanted kid of someone. He grew up with street dogs. Nobody ever tried to accept him. Somebody had poisoned the street dogs, where one the dogs had gone mad. He could not survive the wounds and now he was dead.