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August 31st 2009 8:56 am
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I was adopted by a horrible man who beat me every day for no reason! He named me star. I have no clue why. I did not feel like a star. Then he dropped me off at this awful place called "the pound". I stayed there for what seemed like forever. It was not fun. (But a lot better than being beaten every day.) Then a man and his wife came and took me to a new place that they called "home". I was scared to death I did not trust anyone at first. But I started to like them. They had kids but I was still treated like I was a queen. And then 10 years later (when I was 12), I got really sick and my ear hurt so bad. Daddy was very worried and took me to the vet. Soon after that I got better and was fine again. Then 4 years later I got sick again and daddy was worried sick about me. He slept with me down stairs on the floor. On Friday I could not stand that well but dad to leave for an hour to couch his kid’s basket ball team and just as he left I felt light headed and weak. I lowered my head. My mom came rushing up to me as I took my last breath. I miss my daddy I want to run with him but I know I will some day we will run on the beach together free and together forever! Dad I am waiting for you. I can’t wait to run with you and then the rest of the family. And for you dad, I am in no pain and I am running on the beach in the ocean free as ever. I miss my family and I will run with you some day and with my “bro” Mudge. I can't wait to meet all my new brothers and sisters too.
Lessa-waiting to run with my family
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