The pug came into the house as a gift from a divorced brother in law. Actually he wanted to appease his own children and I respect him for whatever efforts he makes to keep his children happy and I know very well that he is struggling to make both ends meet. I am very grateful to him and respect him though he is estranged from my sister. This pug was kept as a pet in the children’s room. With the passage of time I became fond of it. Whenever I was depressed or elated, I used to rush to the pug and fondle it. It used to return my gratitude by licks and wagging of the tail. I also became quite used to the pungent odor of its body which persisted in spite of the fact of being bathed and brushed regularly. The odor is quite similar to that of dried sperm. I have the habit of taking a whiff of dried sperm which clings on to my clothes after many times of masturbation. Masturbation is the only form of sexual outlet for me. I became stupefied when my sister announced brusquely that she is planning to do away with the pug. And to my sadness, she took it to the pet shop and sold it for four thousand Indian bucks which will be about eighty dollars. I reflect poignantly at the dear pug now lying in a cramped cage waiting for a buyer to release it. I hope the buyer will be kind-hearted and have a love and tolerance for animals. There’s a great deal of remorse in me. If you own an animal love it, treat it with respect and let it stay with you till it reaches ripe age and watch it letting its light fade away to oblivion.