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My name is Clair. A harmless pitbull.

My siblings and mother died in front of me.

My mom was killed in an illegal dog fight.

She lost and they shot her.

They watched her die. That was the last time my litter mates and I saw her.

They shoved us in a box, and took us to the mountains.

They left us there with no air holes, food or water.

We tried to escape but the box was sealed shut.

We sat there whimpering. My brother Coal was the first pup to die.

He sat there unmoving, and cold.

A young girl came hiking, but it was too late, the others had died from cold, and hunger. She found the box. She cut the tape, and brought us home. I became your first pet.

She buried my siblings, and kept me as a pet.

When I grew up, I had found a mate, and gave birth to a pup.                     

I had been your first pet. That was my excuse for when you starved me, ignored me, or never listened to my needs.

Then one day you kicked my pup off the stairway. She tumbled down like a pebble.

I growled at you and you deprived me of water.

After a week of starving, and no water, dying, I crawled to the window with my pup, to see the moon for the last time.

I closed my eyes and stopped breathing, living for a few more seconds

 I heard my pup whimper for a few seconds and thought of who I used to know.

You, that was my last thought as I died.

Written mainly by Annabeth1778, with help from Bunnygirl11 Give us credit!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was your best friend as a kitten. You threw hairbands and I brought them back to you. You would happily pet me and call me your baby girl and princess. I loved you and kept you safe from the bad dreams that you had when you were little. As you got older, you brought more boys into the home while your parents were away. I saw you light some weed and crack every now and then, but loved you all the same. I slept by your side at night, but when a boy was in the home, you would kick me and throw me into the closet. It was a very small closet. I waited until the boy left and you let me out. As time progressed, you stopped feeding me and giving me water. I was in your room every time your parents were mad at you for letting a boy inside without them knowing. You would slam the door in their face and I would always be with you to comfort you. You only fed me when you bred me and sold my beloved kits. When I was old and delivered a bad litter, you threw me and my kits outside to live in the cold and darkness. My kits were blind, one deaf, and my third was born dead. I thought you cared, but I was wrong. When winter struck, my kittens died and I lived in a trash can until the humane society found me. I was given food and shelter, but no attention that an old she-cat needed. People would look at me through my cage, they would smile and wave, but no-one ever took me home. I was too old for anyone's likings. One cold winter day, a man with tears in his eyes took me out of my cage and into a light filled room. He told me I was going to a better and pain free place.I wasn't scared. It sounded better than what I was going through. I purred and licked his hand weakly as he placed the antiseptic needle in my veins. As I closed my eyes, I thought of you, my hurtful owner, that I loved and cared for. It was I who made you laugh when you were about to cry. It was I, the old female cat,that put up with you as you grew older, and this was the thanks I got. I closed my eyes and entered a pain free place, as the lovely man promised me. Copy this story onto your page if you hate animal abuse and/or if it brought tears to your eyes as it did mine ( So sad:-(