Scruffy
He was a white mixed-breed. A stray castaway, just like me. He was mans best friend - for a little while at least.
I worked on a rotating kitchen duty for a while. No one was ever allowed to be kept in the same work for long - no matter if you enjoyed it or not. One of the duties I had was garbage disposal. This involved pushing carts of garbage outside of the main area to where they could be picked up by the trucks. I was assigned this task for 3 weeks. (I was excited since it would mean I would be able to glimpse outside - see something new).
I had an armed guard escort me in performing of this task. (He was a kind person and after I left we remained friends for a few years). as we go to the area there was a stray dog....still a puppy trying to scavenge some food for his hungry belly. He wagged his tail when he saw me and I smiled at him (sorry I am a tree hugger). I emptied the garbage into the outside disposal and started to push the bin back inside the gates. The dog ran up to me......and without letting the guard notice....I slipped the puppy inside of the bin I was pushing.
Scruffy, was indeed that!!! I bathed him and got rid of some of the parasites who made his life miserable. I gave him some of my food at every meal....and his became healthy as a result. The guards, funnily enough, would all pat him and he would make them smile with his antics. He was a joy to all.
One of the other brothers also had a dog....a female. As Scruffy grew he developed the instinct to do what all male dogs do....want female dogs!! We tried our best to keep them apart but on one occassion Scruffy and Mimi danced and were seen by one of those "taking the lead".
"MSIL, come quick, it's Scruffy!!", called one of my cell mates. I ran down to the bathrooms. Scruffy lay bleeding from his castration...he was in a lot of pain.
"We do it that way for all farm animals", said the brother with the knife in his hand. I lunged at him and I knocked him off his feet. His face was now bleeding fater than my poor dog's stomach. I kicked him in the ribs and by that time I was pulled off and escorted to solitary confinement (where I would spend the next week).
I never saw Scruffy again. But about half an hour after the incident I did hear the gunshot that finally took my friend.