"Love Game"

Abused and neglected, infested with tics, tormented by disease a skeleton with skin, my body is coated with injuries sustained at the hands of cowards meeting their twisted fantasies. Please, God...please let someone help me, feed me, give me clean water to drink for I am dying of thirst. I am on the brink of death, and I’m only three years old and still have so much love to give. My life has never been anything but violence, I have never known safety, but it is something I desperately wanna experience while I’m alive. I don’t know why I’ve had been hurt the way I have, raised by people without regard for my health, who only see wealth in my pain. The pain that reverberates through my body every second I will never show, though it tortures me with every breath. I don’t even have a name, but here we go again, out to play my best friend’s same old fucking game.

I force myself to lift my head and see the usual painful scene, but then of a sudden there’s a ton of commotion and chaos. I feel something take me away and lock me in a cage...but I’m not scared or being hurt...wait...is this what safe feels like? I see people sitting all around me, looking down as they probe, poke, and explore my body. I actually can’t get enough of their soft, gentle touches and I try and make them give me more.

Now, a long time later I feel a whole lot better in my new home. I live with an amazing girl that I call my Mother. I have two new buddies and we play, wrestle, and laugh together all day knowing we are safe in the sanctuary of our Mother’s home. I still miss my best friend though, and I think about him every day. I can still feel some of the pain he caused me, but I would still love to see him again because you never forget your first love and he will always be my Dad. Although, I am glad I don’t have to play his favorite game anymore. The game I would play so I didn’t die, but swore I was going to every time I was forced to comply. I am so thankful my Mother saved me and gave me a second chance at life. I know I would have never made it thru the strife without her, and I let her know how much I love her everyday...actually, I let everyone know how much I love them.

I may have been through Hell and survived a true horror, but you would never know it because the only thing I want more then love and affection is to give you even more! I was once abused and neglected, infested with tics and tormented by disease. A mere skeleton with skin and a body coated with injuries sustained at the hands of cowards meeting their twisted fantasies. That was a lifetime ago, now I am happy and healthy, playful and free. The scars of my past may forever remain, but I will never be the same because I am loved and valued, treated like a real living being. I am proud of my journey, and even more honored by my name...

I am a Pitbull
and
L-O-V-E
Is my game!

**P.S. The stigma that Pitbulls are nothing but ferocious, aggressive, psychotic, malicious dogs that just want to attack and rip apart anything and anyone they see is bullshit. The few Pitbulls that you hear about that have attacked children and adults, in most cases have been mistreated, neglected, beaten, RE-programmed to see the world outside of theirs as a threat to their life, or are trying to protect the lives of their loved ones (family/friends.) Pitbulls by breed are, in actuality, loving, loyal, playful, funny, amazingly strong, resilient, forgiving, even-keeled, and usually easy-going dogs. Though each Pitbull has his or her own unique likes, dislikes, and quarks, all Pitbulls ultimately just want to give and receive love. When attacks on people, pets, and other animals do happen these amazing, gorgeous dogs are immediately burdened with the full weight of the blame, when often (no, not always) there is far more to the scenario that is not told or even looked at.

Think of it this way....if don’t judge our human friends by their appearance, why should we judge our BEST FRIEND just for being a Pitbull?**