Bondage.

Sick of being tied to a pipe, tired of being in bondage, frustrated because of the chains that made it difficult for him to stand, sit and sleep, he shouted out every night in vain. 

The steel chain gave him scars. The collars and cuffs gave him marks. He waited eagerly for a saviour, a guardian angel that would free him of this bondage and slavery. His eyes dried up, his voice was weak. He couldn’t cry out. It’s been months since he was first tied up in a place unknown. He forgot where he came from, whom he belonged to. Eating scraps couldn’t help his deteriorating health. He lost his sight, he could barely walk.

But the day has come. His captor didn’t notice the chains had rusted. They could resist changes in weather but not anger. Their links were weak. He was alone. He looked up at the star studded sky, in spite of all the weakness, he pulled the chain forward with all his might. The chain couldn’t stand his strength and ferocity. Wild and free at last, he ran into the street. The very steet where his captor lived in the house where he was tied in. The house outside which he slept, in the sun, rain, cold and fog. He ran without looking back.

He ran until morning and fainted near a garbage dump.

A few hours later, he woke up, feeling something around his neck. It was a collar with a hanging dollar. He now belonged to a new owner, now registered but back to captivity.

Dogs deserve to be free. We can feed them, we can play with them. But we don’t have the right to tie them up. They deserve to be as free as we are.(are we really free??)

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