Lilo

Hi, I'm Lilo. My story is terrible. But here goes. My parents up and moved, and left me to die. I was alone in that nasty house. For how long, I don't know. Long enough for bugs to start creeping in. Thank goodness someone heard me crying. When I was finally rescued, the humans said I was skin and bones and very upset. My parents did this to me. I'm still angry at them. How could they do that to me? Did they not love me enough to take me with them? Or at least try to find someone to care for me? I just don't understand. I constantly jump in my kennel just to keep the bad memories away. I try to fight the other dogs through their kennels because I'm so angry. The humans here tell me that after I have been fixed, it will help with my emotions. I hope so. I don't want to lose all hope that there are good parents out there. So here's my hope. I hope that someone with a lot of patience, caring, and love comes to save me from myself. I need to have my hope restored. Will you be the one that can do that? Update: Hey Lilo here again. I've had my surgery, and I'm doing very well. I still don't like other girl dogs, but my best friends have been the boys. It still stresses me out to meet new people. But I really do try. I'm not as angry as I was when I first got here. I love the humans that care for me here. They give me treats before I go to bed at night with lots of snuggles. But I'm still here. I really do wish to have some humans of my own someday. *sigh*