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Brownie is a matured doggy. He is now 7 years old. He is obviously a 'stray'. There is nobody for him, anywhere. He is a mere vagabond. I notice him everyday. I can accurately pin-point each and every detail, as to what how his life was or is. He was born in the year i got admitted in high-school. His father was a big hefty dog, who had wounds almost all over his body. His used to cry out his feelings every night, because of the acute bodily pains. His mother is not seen in the entire neighborhood, may be she was run over by some cab, or may have died of food-poisoning. Brownie is the third child of their family. Two are breeding full-fledged, he is the only male. He is shabby and weak, the lack of nourishment, the poor maintained condition of his body is very vividly visible to the ones who are interested in observing him. The alignment of his ribs are very alarming because it demonstrates his deprived health condition. Pity! to this poor thing, who doesn't get to just eat a palm full of food in the entire day. His birth has no probable reason. was he just created for nothing ? or are we failing to realize as to what his or their role are in our society. Since everyone is busy, nobody has the time, just to glance at this pathetic creature. They live by the dale where amidst this place runs a railway broad gaze line. They probably have this possible hope that they can manage to survive on the food thrown at them by the traveling railway passengers. They have nullified the mere thought that, their own arena of so to be called 'rich and luxurious people' will cater to their needs. They do not want much, a handful of food does, they don't need shelter also, the bare empty sky provide or enact as housing for them, but who spares this also. Actually who cares ? Oneday, the little Brownie, when he was around 2, very hungry, not finding his parents around, no food, water too had gone off by his self in search of quenching his basic requirements. Do you know what happened to him ? He was then too small to think intelligently. He had gone across the line hunting for food. Other days his parents, especially his mom would get him if not much at least something to spend the night, that day he did not get a corner of junk, neither the only smell of any eatables. He had to find something on his own. He was entrapped into a mandatory situation and had to work it out for the survival. As i got hold of some rotten stuff, decaying in the neighborhood garbage bin, he was chased by some fierce bigger dogs. They have this utter sense of 'territory'. hence he had to hold his breadth and run in order to rescue his life. He thought that may be his mother by now had something for him at home. He dropped the food package and ran as fast as he could. To save his life was now seeming to be a rising challenge for him. He escaped narrowly, and on his way back he had to cross over the railway line. As he progressed forward he noticed the blazing sound of the gushing engine, approaching closer and closer, looking back he saw the fierce canine teeth, dedicated to rip apart his flesh. He saw the shining teeth in the dark, sharp as a sword. He feared it and decided to move forward, presuming that he could manage to cross the line before the train comes, and before he is attacked from the rear. He didn't exactly know the dire consequences as to what a train can do to him. By now the train had come very closer, and as this little 'puddle' leaped a step forward, it was entangled by one of the machinery and thrown away later. It started to cry, cry, and cry. The poor thing wasn't dead, but was saved very miraculously. He was bruised very seriously, but the sad fact that he had lost his tail completely. He was injured, and more than the injury he was damaged internally. The quick succession of fear that tormented his soul, brought about in him 'nervous breakdown'. He possibly didn't even get to realize when his tail had departed his body forever. There was blood everywhere, and his skin covered with patches of red. It howled and cried, nobody took interest, may be the sophisticated class were in utter leisure and didn't have time to hear this cause. It took the little puppy two painful months to improve, he recovered gradually, but loss is a loss. He would never ever get to wag his curly end, to prove his kind loyalty or may be to chase flies and mosquitoes. He had to undergo a bitter experience. Sorry for that. Anyway its over. Now he is much more stronger, has his kid, works good for his kids, because he only understands what pains one has to face if the seniors delay in their action. He is much more responsible. But...one thing that has engraved in him is that, NOW whenever he hears of the approaching train, he howls like anything, probably in an attempt to save the other young lives, who might fall into curiosity as to what a train can be like, what the sound is for, and end up one's life. HE DOESN'T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN WITH ANY ONE ELSE, EVER AGAIN, SINCE IT HAS ALREADY HAPPENED WITH HIM, BRUISING HIS EMOTIONS FOR 'LIFE-TIME'.

He is full of responsibilities, isn't he ? may be this brings a petty dog in comparison with HUMANS, who are supposed to be the most refined and polished class of living creatures.