Remeber that day when you found me at Petsmart? I do, and I just remember how happy I was to not go back to the puppy mill. But after awhile, I wish I had. The first years were fun; playing, growing, barking, and even check ups were fun. But once you moved out, it was as if You forgot you had a whole other life form in the apartment. You were surprised when I turned aggresive torwards you, but if I were you I wouldn't. You smacked me hard, threw me in dark little rooms when I took a leak, you never played with me, and I never had any excercise. You moved out when the hurricane came, and I stayed in the old apartment building; out of loyalty. I stayed, even when fleas came and began to bite. I stayed when ticks began to take blood in their mouths. I even stayed when flies began to buzz around my head. But you never came back. And after what seemed years, I gave up and left. I didn't last long on the streets. I was hit by a car. Now I'm under ground, nothing but dust. I hope your happy, because what had happened, I was a victim of animal abuse.