Help Stop Animal Abuse

Please Help Stop Animal Abuse.    There once was a dog named Friskie.  He was half german shepard and half golden labador retriever. He was a male. At two months of age he was given to people whom was though to be upstanding in the community.  By the time he was found at four months of age, he had been ran over by a truck, had cigarettes put out on him, beaten over and over again, and who knows what else. He was not expected to live from what I have heard.   He was rescued though.  Only then to be used as a guard dog. Let to be run loose after being fixed up and mended. He was going to be given away yet again. He then ran across a busy highway.  Almost getting hit by another car.  He jumped into my neighbors car. At a very busy gas station.  She asked around if it was anyone dog, no one claimed him. She brought him to her house. She never turned down a pet.  She then called me, I went down and he did not even had a tag or nothing on him. I did however, know I had seen him running around. I called where I thought he belonged and the man came to get him.  However, he did not want to go. He wanted to stay with me.  He whined like no tomorrow. I cried very hard, all that night.   The next day, I found out I had cancer.  When I got home, there was a message on my machine from this man with the dog.  He said he has not stopped whining since I left your home. I was going to give him to someone else.  If you want him, he is yours.  I think God wants you to have him.  I did not hesitate. I named him Friskie. They had called him Sparky. If you even said that around him, he would react. I could not brush him, pet him or anything when I first got him.  He was that timid.  However, he learnt lots of tricks, and was my best friend after only a month of Tender Love and Care. He protected me and loved me unconditional.  All Friskie wanted was a little love in return. You see, I was never able to have children, always allergic to animals growing up.  Friskie was the child I never had.  We loved each other and that is what counted. I called him my baby boy and he knew me as mommy.   He remained in my care and I loved him and still do. Though he passed away, on July 6th 2005.  Exactly the same day that I got him.  Eight years to the day.  I know he had a very happy eight years with me.  I still cry thinking of him.  It is just not the same around my home.  I still have his ashes.  He will be burried with me when I pass on.   We have to stop this abuse.  Even if it is only one animal at a time.  Please, I ask of you, report anyone you see that is abusing any animal.  I don't care if it is your own family member. No animal deserves to be hurt. They did not ask be brought into this world. Let alone be abuse.

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