There was a big fire at the Silver Stone dog pound. all you could see was a big blaze of fire then a silky gold colour scurry into some bushes.

That beautiful creature was a dog. A beautiful Labrador with silky gold fur. She was crossing a road when out of no where came a motor cycle with big black wheels and roared like two male lions fighting over a meal.

The  Labrador just lay there for probably a hour when this dog popped through the bushes like when you hit a poker ball. The dog was an old dog with black greecy fur that was covered in thick black smoke. The old dog sat with her until she fell a sleep.

The next morning she woke up in a beautiful park with exquisite lush green trees growing ever where. The old dog sat there with a big juicy born that just got cut. The old dog gave her the bone and waited until she ate it. She was so hungry that she didn't even leave any left overs that even ants couldn't eat the scraps.

Every morning he gave her more delectable food for break fast and he didn't even lick his lips, but one day he never returned and she  waited expecting him to return in a few hours  but he never returned, her muscles and every thing left inside of her started to tense up and  she lay there. She was so heart broken to didnt even grudge. She lay there for two years being fed by children and collected shade from trees. A few months later they created a grave saying:" If animals never give up then us humans should do the same and not give up after one little thing goes wrong."