The story I,m about to tell you is true and can be varified. It is told from two view points - Bobbys and mine. It is called JOURNEY OF FAITH. Chapter one. Bobby. Death was very close - it was only a matter of time. My bruised and battered body lay on sharp chippings at these side of a railway line. My neck stretched over these track. My chin rested on a wooden sleeper. The rain beat down relentlessly on to my painwracked body. I could not see.The thought of my family was my only defense against these inevitable. In the clear vision of my minds eye, I saw my sister and willed her to save me as she had done once before. I drifted in and out of consciousness - remembering how it had all begun.... . My earliest memory is of cold and darkness- of being in a box outside some gates. I was there because I wasnt wanted. They said I was no more than six weeks old. It was these very end of December 1992. I was put into a pen with some other puppies. They didnt like the stranger whod been inflicted upon them. They snarled and growled at me. They wouldnt let me eat any food. I hid in a corner and shook from head to tail. I was cold, hungry and very frightened. Morning came, along with the realization of my surroundings. I was in a dogs home.These other puppies growled occasionally - but largely ignored me. Perhaps it was because of my blue eyes - all of theirs were brown. Maybe if I offered them a friendly sniff and a waggie tail theyd accept me? No - they all set on me biting my feet and ears. These pen door opened and a loud voice shouted Get off - leave him alone! It was a girl. I looked up from mud covered wellies to see a friendly face - these first Id ever encountered. She picked me up and held me at arms length. You poor little thing - what have they done to you!? Youre so thin and frightened - but you have the most beautiful eyes!. She took me into a room and wiped my ears with something that stung. I jumped - but she told me it would make my ears better. She gave me a bowl and told me to eat- but I was too frightened to think of food.I was put back into these pen with these nasty puppies. I stayed, shivering in the corner and kept myself to myself. Id been abandoned because I wasnt wanted - and I wasnt wanted here either! I knew there were some very special people with whom I was meant to be. However long it took I had to find them. They were my family- and Id know these minute I laid eyes on them!
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