My Shadow, his story

I got my dog Shadow when I was ten years old during the first year of my anxiety torture. He was a labrador/border collie and I loved him dearly. But the torture group controlled my body and everything I did. Sometime into his life Shadow contracted mange. Or perhaps he was mistaken to have a flea allergy which kept him scratching his back until his skin was hairless and dry. This condition came and went for the majority of his adult life. He was in constant discomfort if not pain.

Shadow was defiant but forgiveably dog like and marked his territory on the den couch. My parents banished him to the outside. My Shadow lived alone except for when I visited him. I was too busy being tortured to treat him right.

The torture group was in charge of me at this time. Therefore that made then responsible for my dog. For whatever reasons they choose to ignore my dogs suffering. But other people did too. My parents neglected my dog’s condition. It is a shameful thing. But what I could do was stymied by the torture group who chose to let Shadow suffer.

Shadow had to be put down after suffering from a paralyzing condition in his throat. Something he’d slowly been developing for years without notice. The torturers temporarily claimed full responsibility for this paralysis during the David months. I dont know how far their reach extends or what they do to people or animals surrounding victims.

That the torture group took out their sadism on not just me but my dog as well speaks volumes about them. This dog became their responsibility because they took that responsibility out of my hands and refused to give it back when Shadow’s health was impaired.

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