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Through the Eyes of a Pit

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Do you know what it's like to be a pit bull?

Do you know what it's like to be hated for how you look? To have people wish you were dead before you were even born?

Do you know what it's like to have people cross the street so they don't have to walk near you? To have people move their children away from you? To scowl at you as you walk by?

Do you know what it's like to be so hated that people beat you? Set you on fire? Spit on you?

Do you know what it's like to be called a monster and compared to the vilest beings on earth that prey on small children? To be labeled a killer without warrant?

Do you know what it's like to want to be friends with someone so badly that you do everything to make them happy and live your every day just to be with them? To love the very sound of their voice as they talk to you?

Do you know what it's like to sit in a cell day after day, watching everyone else get visitors and happiness, while you put on your best show for them as they walk by, only to be passed up again and again? For fluffy puppies?

Do you know what it's like to be in foster care for months and months on end while you wait for your forever family to come along? For someone who sees the good behind the hype? For someone to play ball with, snuggle with, go fishing with?

See, I didn't choose this life. I just happened into it. I didn't choose to have my beautiful coat fall out from mange and lack of any decent food. I didn't choose to be left on a chain so my owner can watch me wither away from starvation.

It's not my choice. It's not my choice to sleep in freezing weather with no shelter, at the end of a chain that weighs more than I do. It's not my choice to spend countless mind-numbing days out in the heat of the summer with no shade and slimy water to drink. It's not what I would choose, not that I'm even given the choice.

However, it is my choice to love.. It is my choice to use every ounce of my strength to pull myself out of the pit I'm put in. It is my choice to love even those who hate me and want me dead, banned, or never to exist.

It is my choice to forgive those who never wanted me on earth to begin with. It is my choice to spread happiness wherever I go, even if people don't return it. The way I see it, through my eyes, life is for living and loving, and hate has no place in my life.

I am a pit bull and that's life, through my eyes.


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