Today, I read a heartbreaking, but a very powerful post written by New York City-based rescue organization Rescue Dogs Rock NYC. The post read:
Some puppies are loved, others aren’t so lucky. Even though they didn’t ask to be born, they enter this world only to suffer. For months I suffered. My skin itched and every time I scratched, I bled. I didn’t get like this overnight.
No. I watched people, as much as I wished they noticed me. They never did. The more I lost my hair, the more my skin harden, the more they thought of me as a nuisance and disgusting.
Slowly I became what they thought of me. Who could love a puppy like me. I’m only 5 months old, and this is all I have known. Until I was taken to a high kill shelter where I was supposed to die. I was probed and walked to a kennel where I waited for my time with relief.
When I thought it was time to be walked to the back, someone came for me. Rescue Dogs Rock NYC came. For the first time in my life, I matter. My name is Blakely.
To learn how you can help Blake and Rescue Dogs Rock NYC, please visit their website and consider making a donation.
[Source Story: Fido4ever ]