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I sat there, that cold lonley night. Looking up at the rain pore down on my fur. Thou I was under a box, the water came threu it and landed on my matted brown fur. My deep grey/blue eyes were sorryful. I poked my head out of the box and looked around the empty streets. I whimpered a little whine and started walking across the street. I peered in the windows as I passed the warm looking houses. Occasounly I would see a cat looking at me, their eyes taunting and rude. As if bragging to say "hahaha!!! I get a home and you dont!!" BUt no matter, I just kept on walking. Soon I came across a dumpster. It may be smelly, but it is warm. As I climb in I lay there and lick my paws. My life was not always like that. Just some of it. Here is my story. When I was just a kit I was born in a shelter. It was a small but nice shelter. I had 4 siblings. All of us looked VEARY different. My sister was a yellow tabby. My brother was pure black. My other sister was white as snow. And my other brother was black and white. I am a calico. My mother belived that we had to earn out names. That names were not just given. So, naturally, none of us had names. After about 10 weeks we were set free to live our own lives. But we were not free. We were still in the shelter. But soon came across a little girl. "I want this one!" She screamed pointing to my brother. Then two days later a young couple came over and sayd "Oh! Arnt they cute!! Ill take her!" And bought my sister. The same thing happened to all my siblings. I was the last one. Mom kept on saying "They always save the best for last." Then one day came across a old woman. She smiled at me and bent down to pet me. "Hello dear!" She sayd "Are you looking for a home? Well Baley is looking for a friend!" The old lady bought me that day. She took me home. There was a male tabby already there. He looked at me and huffed. He was a middle aged cat and was veary selfish and rude. He had no disire for a "friend". It was PERFECT there!! I was a fat and happy kitty. I still had no name. Even thou the old woman called my Lacy. It was not my GIVEN name. Years went by and I grew older. I was middle aged when Baley died. Pretty soon my owner, needed to go to a retierment home. Her daughter took care of me wile she was gone. Then.... My owner died. The daughter did not want me. She called me "Too much responsibility" So the shelter came and took me in... Again. The shelter keeper sall me and remembered me. 'oh! Its you Again." So she took me to a cage and put me in. A year passed. I was depressed by now, and a little boy came by. He was a toddler. He walked to my cage and started scraming! He opened my cage and grabbed my tale and dragged me to the front door. He opened it and threu me out. I was so scared and confused. Tou I was only a foot away from the door, I turned and walked into the street.................... No one came looking for me. NO one cared. No one even notised. So here I am now in a dumpster, eating trash. It has been 2 years now, in the wild. Still no one has put a name on my head. Or even gave me a second thought. Or even a passing glance.

remember everything like it was yesterday.

i was born on a day the humans called “Valintines Day” the day of love.

i had 5 other siblings. 3 boys 2 girls.

Ali, Macy, Samul, Jinx and Tobi.

all thou my mother had 5 others.

i was her favorite.

she fed me first.

licked me clean when i was filthy.

played with me more thain the others.

and slept with me when i was cold.

she called me “her little girl”

after a long time of being with my siblings and mother,

i wondered off into the streets of Missouri.

it was not long on my journy when a man sall me.

he ran and picked me up and sayd “what a beautiful girl we have here! just a wee pup!”

he took me to his car and threw me in carlissly.

i whimpered and wined he just screamed “shut up u moron!!”

he brote me to a bulding and parcked.

i looked put the window and red the sign.

“Animal Adopting Today!!”

i knew what this was. mom has told me about this.

it is when humans bring dogs and cats and other animals to a bulding.

and people buy us and rais us and force us to do as they say.

they make us their slaves and hardly feed us.

and never water us. and they make us in pain by hitting and hurting us.

i wined and cried in the back seat as the man picked me up and carried me away.

he brote me to a lady in a white dress. and she sayd “hello! what do we have here!

oh a little black mutt!! look at him…. oh! its a girl! i bet u a million bucks no one will adopt her.

she looks mean. and agressave.”

the man and woman talked a little and i squrmed in his hands.

the lady finally took me to the back room and put me in mettal box.

i kept screaming and whimering. no one helped me.

i cried and cried and cried.

i aslo learned if u went out the big door.

u never came out.

many other dogs told mm that they kill you.

or someone takes you home.

days turned into a week. my time to die was coming closer

and closer

and closer.

finally, after a long time a couple walked by my cage.

they walked by again.

and again.

and again.

each time looking me and looking at eachother.

finally the she human sayd “i want her!”

and she pointed to me.

that afternoon they took me home.

they (and i) soon learned that Parvo. nicknamed the Puppy Killer.

i spent weeks in the hospital.

ready to die.

i could not eat.

drink.

or anything.

i almost died the day i came to my home.

but no that i look back i sall y God let me live.

after a long wile i got much much better.

they took me home.

to b honest i di not want to go home.

i thought that they were going to abuse me.

i was supried that the fed me and watered me. they also gave me a name. Jill.

they had another pet. but he soon died.

they shook their finger at me when i did sompthing wrong.

and gave me a treet when i was good.

they took me on long walks.

and took me every where they went.

i was even more suprised that they had 3 off springs.

2 twin boys and 1 little girl.

i watched as the children grew and grew and grew.

soon the little girl took me.

she was not so little any more.

maby 12 or 13.

i was 10 now, and no longer a puppy.

the little girl whom i now call my Alpha,

walked me.

and brushed me.

and played with me.

and did everything for and with me.

she talked to me like i could understand.

one day, we were watching a movie. i was on the couch.

(which in a big no no in this house)

sayd to me “y little Jill.

my wonderful joy. how did i ever diserve you?

u r the perfect dog. i know ur years are limited…..

and i have had you scence i was two.

buy y do u love me more?

y do u trust me more?

y do u care for me more?

i am the youngest.

i get picked on.

i am the little runt as u would call it.

y did u choose ME as ur Alpha?”

i thought about it for a wile

and thought

and thought.

soon she fell asleep on the couch.

me by her side.

the T.V still on.

i finally thought of the anwser to her question.

it went like this

y little owner.

my wonderful joy. how did i ever diserve you?

u r the perfect owner. i know ur years are long…..

and i have had you scence i was a pup.

buy y do u love me more?

y do u trust me more?

y do u care for me more?

i am the youngest of 6 and i am a mutt.

i get picked on by the put bull down the street.

i am the little child as u would call it.

y did u choose ME as ur dog?"

i lay there for hours.

i could hear the soft pounding of her heart.

and the slow pump of mine.

she was right. my years were limited.

and hers were for a long time.

and then i thought.

i am one of the few dogs that are loved.

one of the few that are respected.

one of the few that are not abused.

one of the few that is wanted.

one of the few that has a kind owner.

one o the few that is not spoiled.

one of the few that is not abandoned.

but i am the ONLY one with her.

i nussled agents my owner and licked her face.

i leaned over and whined into my owners ear

“i love you.”

i then licked my owners hand.

MY owner