My canine then places himself above me in a protective attitude while the men around are encircling him, putting him in a yoke. With primary fury, he watches them, growling, his ears flat, while drops of his blood fall on my face, mingling with my tears.

Despite his strength and bravery, he is covered in bite marks. They are too many for him, it shows like the nose in the middle of the face. He has no chance, yet I feel he refuses defeat and submission, he will go all the way to ...