Because of what I look like, I have to die.
You think that’s harsh? I mean….sure someone in your race, gender or age group has done something bad like kill someone, hurt someone or hurt an animal? Sure someone has, it happens, if an individual does something bad does the whole group have to die?
Well that is a reality I face….
I was born like anyone else; happy, willing to please and incredibly loyal. I loved my mother, father and siblings and they loved me. My home is with people who treat me right and love me for who I am. Then suddenly out of the blue something passed the laws. Something I dread to think about.
My family moved to a city without knowing that BSL existed there. That’s understandable; no one knows the laws everywhere. This one day my family was walking with me like normal and a police officer found us. He arrested my family and shoved me into a truck.
I don’t know what happened with my family but now I’m in gaol and I have to die. Why? Because someone in my kind has done wrong, and because they have done wrong, I, along with the rest of my kind have to die for it.
I’ve never hurt anyone. Humans, dogs, cats, birds, horses, small animals, I love them all; it isn’t my nature to hate or hurt anyone. I always lived my life as it comes and treating others as I wish to be treated.
But simply because of what I looked like, my rights were taken away, and I am doomed to die. Humans tell me am I going to hell. How can I go to hell? I am already there. They also say I’m dying for my crimes. What crime have I committed?
My crime is that I look like someone who has done wrong.
Who am I?
I am a Pit Bull.