But I still lived

Zara is a Rottweiler, and a female dog.
She was born in 2009, and now that it is 2017 she is 7 years old.

So this is the story
My grandfather was the first owner, but because he was getting old he gave Zara and her mum to my dad ( which made him the second owner) .
So we spend much and much time with her but eventually her mum passed away.

Unfortunately we had to move for a job, so my dad gave Zara to my uncle.
I already knew what was going to happened, and in fact it did.

My uncle was the third owner ,and he didn't care at all .
For example he used to leave her outside in the cold or in the rain and we would always get bullied by other kids.

So after a few years Zara got given to one of my uncles friends, which I thought was pretty good because the friend had two Rottweiler already .
She stayed there till one of the dogs died and the friend couldn't find a job.

So Zara got given to the friends sister,
she was and still is Zara's last owner as Zara now is pretty old and weak.

This story talks about a dog being taken and given many times.
And humans think that dogs are useless and they just kill them or sell them.
So think about what it would be like to be a dog. And think about how hard it would be.