Protologue

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Ever since my first moments in this world, I have been alone. When I was born I was taken from my mother and put in a cell of bricks and metal. Artificial milk, dull grey brick walls, rusted water bowls and a dirty hole filled rag for a bed. I lived there for a year. A year with no happiness. A year with no puppyhood. A year with no love. 

From the poor condition of living, I was soon diagnosed with kennel cough, and because I was so young it was almost certain I would die. The Men with Whips didn't want a dead dog on their hands, or pay for medical bills, so they put me in an old cardboard box and threw me in a ditch. They expected me to die. I expected me to die. But then she found me.

To this day sometimes I sit on the bed and can't help but wonder what would happen if she had found me a day late, or maybe never. But I don't like thinking about that and would rather play fetch, or eat bacon, or help Amelia throw rainbow things onto a 'can-vas', then after the 'painting' we go on a nice walk to the 'Post-Office' and give it to Jorden, or Jayden... either way he's not important. The only person that matters to me is Amilia, well, that was before we met him.

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