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May 18, 2014
These beautiful dogs who are killed in the so-called shelters, whose lives are ended way before they should ever have to even think about being ended, whose fate is doomed because of the callousness of arrogant human beings, who want only to love and be loved, to be loyal, do they know their fate? Do they know they have only hours left to wag their tails and smile, to whimper and bark, to stretch a paw through their cages, to breathe, to lie down, to tilt their heads? I don't know, but I know, and it kills me to know.