When I was born, I was told that no one would ever love me.

I went through my early months, feeling unloved.

No matter what my mom did, when she was not around I would get tortured.

One time, I got blamed for something I did not do, and I got put in the dryer.

I was scared, it was so hot in the dryer, I cried out.

My mother heard my cries, and stood there, meowing for someone to let me out.

Finally someone did, and she kept me by her side.

Where ever she went, I would go.

Then one day, my mom left, but never came back.

Well, she did come back, but she could not get in.

Then it happened one night.

I was going to sleep, because they did not feed me, I could feel my stomach hurt, but there was nothing that I could do.

I was sleeping, when I heard footsteps.

I did not look up.

I knew something was up, but did not know what it was until it was almost too late.

I should have looked, because all of a sudden I felt teeth ripping into my skin.

I was wide awake, and tried to fight off the dogs.

No one did nothing.

They just watched as the dogs ripped into me.

All of a sudden as I was about to give up all hope, but then dogs back off.

I watched as the neighbors came to the rescue, and picked me up.

They took me to a house.

I was actually loved.

I had no idea what love was.

They had dogs.

One day they got this dog.

I was very weary of him, as I got to know him, I became his very best friend.

He protected me.

I hated him at first, but he did everything in his power to become my friend.

When I had that fight, I had gone blind.

He guided me, and he was my bodyguard.

He told me his story.

He used to fight dogs.

The humans gave him the name David.

I was given the name Lucky.

Because if it wasn't for that neighbor, I would have died.