I remember being born in a really small cage and barely being able to move. Then I remember all my brothers and sisters being taken away one by one. My mommy seemed so tired but she really tried her best to make sure I had a full tummy. One day, this family came by and paid some money to the man who owned mommy and took me away. Mommy said I would be better off away from the place she called home. She said I would have a loving family and be treated so well. That made me feel a bit better.

They dumped me in the back of a bakkie and the drive home made my tummy hurt a lot. The little girl carried me out and all the family held me high so the neighbours could see me. They called me a staffie and was proud because of that fact. I am still not sure what a staffie is except that everytime I’m called that, people walk away so I decided that I don’t want to be a staffie anymore.

At first it wasn’t that bad, they had a old t shirt outside that I slept on and I would cuddle on it when it rained etc. I couldn’t go far because I was chained a lot(I didn’t see humans chained so I kept wondering what I was doing wrong so that I wouldn’t do it anymore and I could be free like them)

I started to grow and as I did, they said they didn’t want me anymore and gave me away to a relative. There, I barely had any shelter and people always yelled at me. I was chained for a few days but then days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months turned into years. All I ever saw was their kitchen door and a view of the neighbours wall. There was always a kind voice on the other side talking to their dog. Their dog always seemed to be happy and I wondered what he did right.

I got really frustrated and depressed and so I would bark a lot but my barks were met with a hit on my head, a kick to my stomach and then finally a lot of beatings with the sjambok.
One night the beatings got so bad that the lady with the kind voice decided to call someone for help.

Help arrived and I could hear some ladies talking very sternly. My humans denied everything and the neighbour was too scared to be a witness. Nevertheless, the ladies were relentless and demanded that they hand me over into their care. Eventually, they agreed and filled a form to say they wont be getting anymore animals if they hand me over.

I was scared, I knew humans are cruel and wondered what fate awaited me. I was taken to them and it was a cold night so I was shivering a little. There they were, one waiting with a blanket and the other fell to her knees with arms open to welcome me. I was breathless! This was a welcome fit for a king! They took me in their arms and the drive to the doctor was covered with hugs, kisses and flattering compliments about how handsome I was.
For the first time in my life, I knew what it felt like. This was love!

They promised me a home where I would always feel safe, wanted and loved. They really did try their best over the past 2 years. I’ve been to so many adoption days and so many events so that people can see how handsome I am, but everyone looked the other way.

I am now 4 years old, I sit in kennels awaiting the day that people can look past the labels that have been defining me, I yearn for a family to call my own. I love other animals and I am great with people so I know somewhere out there, my happiness awaits.

I AM Brock, this is my story!

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