I was no.25441. I was a husky mix and I was a one and a half year-old Romanian stray. I never knew what the words “love” and “home” meant. I was born in a home and dumped in a plastic bag as a puppy. I lived in the rain, snow, sometimes hungry, sometimes sick. I was neutered at the public pound that gave me my yellow tag and my number, my stray identity, the confirmation that I could be hurt in any way and nobody would care. Today, a “human” cut my jugular vein with a knife. I ran and hid in the staircase of a building, where I was found by someone who took me to a vet. The vet did everything by the book to help me, he made every possible effort, and even said I was a fighter and I wanted to live and I deserved a good home. For the first time in my life, I was getting some TLC, I was no longer a number. But I had lost a lot of blood and I died in the car back to a safer place. Now I am with my Father, who will never let me go back to Romania. Please hug your dogs for me, no. 25441.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Jun 2013 08:39:37 +0000
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