Kill, Kill and Kill

Dear Lesser Creatures of an Unknown God,
Yes, it is an apology letter, for that is all I have. A thousands at that it would mean nothing to you. I am sorry for you have been crowned with a heavy tag of our best friends. You might not know what it means and whether you asked for it or not. So you will be loved and loathed at whim, used and abused, beaten and bred, chained and pampered, cared for and abandoned, faught over and killed. We will have puppy mills and make you a status symbol. You will be classified as pure breds, mutts and strays and would be treated with differential parameters. Afterall this is what we are best at.
You don't understand. It is so difficult to control your numbers by ABC, vaccinating you is expensive, effective garbage disposal is beyond us, treating you with respect as a living creature is out of question. So when we force you into behaving like a pack of hunters and you maul, we will not see the root cause. We will not see how we have failed as a corrupt society. We will come hunting for you with wires and cages. Chase you out and stuff you into vans and “mercilessly cull” you, as our honourable Health Minister promises. Come on you are not a voter, you don't have a voice, and we know best for you. It is an urban jungle after all. While the NGO's and government would play the blame game, we will play the catch and kill with you.
So sorry, Blackie, I could only watch when you tried to hide in the drain and were pulled out with a wire tied around your stomach. I know you would not even hurt a fly and I tried explaning to the Health Inspector. He won't trust me my dear. Though I will miss you everyday around the park's turn. The very same park that is a dumping ground. Where you came wagging your tail to greet me and Jimbo without fail. I will miss getting mad at Jimbo for getting excited on seeing you. He is a male dog after all. I am sorry Brownie, for I did not hide you when you ran around confused. I was scared that will bring attention to Jimbo, who you know is object of your affection but not my human neighbours. I will miss your all night courtship with Jimbo across the gate. I am sorry Blackie, your own owners did not have a voice. After all they are immigrant workers. I am sorry Jimbo for letting you down. I can't look into your eyes and tell you why I can't do anything for your friends. Your getting agitated at their yelp and cries for help will only get you in trouble. I am sorry I stepped on your foot and made it bleed when you tried to break free to help them. I am sorry all the little pups, suckling moms and crippled mongrels. I am sorry all the nameless ones. I am sorry that I could not put a collar around you in time. You might have a better life next time.
I am sorry for I am the very true human who silently accepts everything though we believe in “Never Again”, we are the same mob who cry for blood, wipe out entire races and take comfort in our concrete castles. I am sorry that all I can do is write and may be get angry and fret. I am sorry that I will be silent soon and settle comfortbaly in my human world. I am sorry that I am a human. I am sorry that I am a mute spectator. I am sorry for being a part of this system. I am sorry for that's all that I have. If it is some consolation I will never forget that I have blood on my hands. Trust me it is enough to drown me.
Rest in peace.
An ashamed “human”