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MY NAME WAS A1368794
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I was born on November 21, 2003. I was a cute little fluffy Maltese. My owner bought me as an anniversary present for his wife who soon became my best friend. I had a wonderful life!
My day would be something like this:
- My owner Marc would leave to work early in the morning
- The children Patrick and Anne would leave to school.
- I would spend the rest of the morning following my loving Angelica around the house while she did her chores.
- After lunch, we would sit on the couch and watch the soaps while she caressed me.
- When the children came home, I would spend a few hours in the yard playing with them and running after lizards or anything that caught my attention.
- When Marc would get home from work, I would run to the door where I always greeted him with so much love.
- He did not acknowledge me much.
- He said I was too needy.
For the next seven years, I continued to go to the door hoping that one day he would be happy to see me. He never did. After dinner, we would all sit in the family room and watch television. I would always be at the foot of the coach while they talked and laughed. On weekends, I would sometimes visit my grandparents or go for car rides with my family. I had a wonderful life!
Seven years later my mom Angelica became very ill and passed away. For the next few days everyone was very quiet and Marc seemed to be angry at me. One afternoon, I heard Marc come in from work and I did what I always did ran to the door to greet him. Soon he carried me and put me in the car. It was the first time Marc and I had gone out alone. I was excited. He drove for a while until we reached a grey building. He then carried me out and went through a few doors. He spoke with a lady and took some papers and wrote on them. He handed me over to the woman and I saw him walk away. I was tied and placed on the floor for a while. I began to tremble. I saw a big light hit my eyes. I was very confused I did not know what was happening. There were other people with other dogs doing the same thing. I could hear the barks of other dogs and smelled a very unfamiliar smell which terrified me. I went from person to person for a while until I was placed in a cage with newspaper and a plate of food. I went to the very back of the cage and sat there until there was no sunlight and people were no longer there. I heard some dogs bark and others cry. I could not sleep. I knew Marc would come for me.
The next morning people began to pass by my cage again. Some stopped and looked at me but very briefly, others totally ignored me. I always went to the front of the cage thinking it was my owner. Eventually I realized he was not coming. I spent the next 6 days lying in my own urine most of the time and patiently waiting. On the sixth day, the lady who had fed me and cleaned my cage came for me. She carried me out of the cage and placed a leash on me. I walked down a long corridor wagging my tail. I was so happy Marc had come for me. We entered a cold room where a man was standing and did not even look at me. She carried me and caressed me while I sat on a cold table waiting for something. I was so scared. The man came towards me and injected me with something…My name was Julie. No one ever said my name…
- Maria Elena Padron (https://www.facebook.com/mariaelenapadron21), Animal Rescuer
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