This is the life for most shelter dogs. I was once loved. I had a wonderful family, with humans who adored me. I got wonderful food, and lots and lots of attention. Then one day, I don't know why, but they took me away. They drove me to a big, scary building. They gave my leash to a stranger, and drove away. The stranger took me and put me in a cage. I didn't even have a bed. There was nothing but four metal-barred walls and a cold, concrete floor. I was fed once a day, and had water, but still, I didn't have love. I didn't have a family to love me. I didn't even have a name. For seven sunrises, I sat in that cage. But, as people march in and out, looking for a pet, no one chose me. Then, my days were up. An employee came to my cage. I jumped to my feet, eager to meet her. Eager to please. Ever eager to finally be in the wonderful company of a human. She had a sad look on her face. I stopped wagging my tail, and looked at her. She led me out of my cage. She walked me into a big room. The room had a bad smell in it. A smell of death... A small needle, filled with liquid, was brought over. The employee patted my head, and said nice things to me. I thought everything was going to be alright. But then they plunged that needle into my skin. I began to feel funny, inside. I could still somewhat feel the human, still petting me on the head. But then, I felt myself go limp, and everything went black. This is my testimony, from my point of view. I am dead now. I am in a better place. I have nice humans, a warm bed, food, water, and love. I am happy. But I speak for all shelter animals, everywhere. I didn't deserve to die, and they don't deserve to die. A life shouldn't be destroyed without a second chance. Please, don't breed or buy while homeless die. Adopt! Save a life! This is the life of most shelter animals. Not just dogs, but any animal. Please, don't breed or buy while homeless die. Adopt! Save a life!