Well, my old masters moved out and left me there to die. But someone saw me and decided to call a no-kill shelter and they came to get me. But they realized I was a pitbull. I heard them talking and I was scared. I know it's a no kill shelter I'm going to, but what if they put me down just for being a pitbull? That's what happened to my sister. I put my tail between my hind legs, showing them that I was scared, and I meant no harm to anyone. But they were nice people. I've never met any of those before. I was taken to a shelter where I was locked in a cage. I thought I was going to my fur-ever home but, I wasn't.
