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  • All of my life I have raised animals on a farm, but it wasn't till I adopted my first abused dog that it really hit me what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Finding that abandoned, cold, just skin and bone dog living off scraps that he found around a campsite in Tennessee was one of the greatest things that could of ever happened to me, and to him too.

    There is a lake in Tennessee called Cherokee Lake, it is where all of my family meets to reconnect and fish together every year. As we all sat around the fire cooking hot dogs as usual, a little, skin and bone, beagle came running up to us. It was obviously by his dirty hair, unhealthy body weight, and sad gloomy eyes that he had no home, and has been around here for awhile. He knew just the right way to look at you with those big black eyes to make you give him your food. He would go from campsite to campsite every night and give everyone that same sad look as he gave us.

    The last few hours before we were to head back to Illinois, he came up to us again with that saddened look. Right then and there, I knew I couldn't just leave him here to defend for himself. I had to do something. That right there turned into the longest car ride of my life, I don't think there was one person in that car that that dog didn't puke on. I wouldn't change that car ride for a second though because when in the next few years, he would change my life.

    As soon as we got back home, we were in the car to the vet. After hours of waiting for him to get looked at, come to find out his story is one of the most heartbreaking. There was obvious marks on him from dog fighting. Not only that but the way he ended up at that lake was because after losing, his owner didn't want him anymore. He was shot multiple times in one side, some bullets so close to his heart that the surgery to take them out would kill him. Not only that but as his old owner was leaving the scene, he ran over the dogs leg. The only thing holding his leg together was regrown cartilage, so for the rest of his life he can never bend his back leg. That has never stopped him from being who he is today. From the day we brought him home, he has been one of the happiest dogs I have ever seen. Every day he goes out and plays with our 4 other dogs, chases chickens, swims in the creek, and even still chases cars with no fear.

    His story created a whole new world for me.

    This world was filled with ways to not let this happen again to any animal. A world I am venturing into due to just one small thing that happened in my life. A world of Animal Justice. Because of this one act of hatred, it created a world of justice for me. It made me determined to stand up for animal rights and speak out for those who have no voice to do it themselves. A vet tech/animal cop. That is my dream job. Thanks to one dog, my life has changed completely, and I found out who I am.
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