My name is Jake, a greyhound used in races. I won my first few races. But I never saw those other dogs again. I didn't know what happened to them until the day it happened to me. One day while Racing, one of the dogs ended up breaking a leg, I thought they were recovering. Another time, one just collapsed in the middle of the track, he was panting, and obviously tired, I thought he was retired. Truth was, they were killed. I didn't know until the day I came in 5th place, I was healthy, and less then a year old, yet they put a gun to my head and killed me. I was glad to be free from crates and muzzles, but I wish I had had a second chance at life. One with a loving family, one where I could run around a yard and play with balls and ropes, one where I could be without a muzzle, without a crate, without the suffering.
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Paws (Based on true story)
No FicciónLet's make the world a better place and make a stand against greyhound racing. I wrote this short story to tell about the tales of greyhounds and their suffering. Greyhounds that are rescued, greyhounds that are used for breeding, greyhounds that a...
