I Hate Animal Abuse and Cruelty
I was 9 years old when she came to us, a sweet little German sheperd, 2 months old. My parents bought her with the target that she should protect the house once she gets bigger. I was so happy to have a pet who I could cuddle to and play with, but I was not allowed to. My parents would give her to eat bones or rest from food that the customers in the restaurant have left. I felt sorry for her and when I was alone at home, I would secretly cook for her, because I loved her so much, she was my joy, my only one.
If she would do something „bad“ like pee everywhere or dirty the area where she uses to be, my parents would hit her so she would learn not to do it anymore.
One day my parents decided that she was not good enough to protect us and it was time to get rid off her…the day came that my parents took her somewhere and left her on the street, a place she would never find the way back home. It was the last time I saw and I have never forgot her. Unfortunately, she was not the last animal who came to our house and not the last one that was left somewhere again…
Moments like this have broken my inner child’s heart and this heart cries today still…
