To the person who left my dog for dead, first of all thank you.

Thank you for letting him go and releasing him from the torture you inflicted on him in the first eight to ten months of his life. You cut his ears and burned them to stop the bleeding, you kicked him because you were probably abused yourself and that's all you've ever known, you broke his tail and never got him proper Veterinarian care, and you attempted to fix him as if he was cattle or some form of livestock.

The saddest thing is that through all this I'm sure he still loved you because that's just how he is.

Imagine a dog, or a person for that matter, that all they knew was hate and abuse, you would expect a mean person or animal, but not our Bailey.

The shelter had him for two months before my boyfriend and I rescued him and there he was in the corner of the kennel not barking not jumping at the gate just sad, he didn't understand why he was there or why you had thrown him away because though it all he was still hopeful you would come.

Thank you for letting him go he's the happiest he's ever been, he is never abused as you once did, he knows he is loved because we make sure he gets lots of treats and kisses and snuggles everyday, and he has become strong because of all the walks, hikes, swims, and trips that he gets to take with us.

He has really come out of his shell, he loves every person he meets, he has lots of doggy friends and I think Savannah is one of his favorite places we have taken him.

You see, I thank you because you gave me the best friend I could ever ask for, and with us he's not just our dog: he is our family and I promise he will always be loved.