My story sounds like a country western song. I was shot, hit by a car, dumped, unwanted and unloved. I was found, taken to a country animal control shelter and Loving Arms took me in. I was skinny, had worms, my leg was infected where I had been shot, the back of my neck had a wound also (possibly from another bullet), part of my tail was missing and I’m blind in my right eye. But other than that, I was just fine. Oh, and did I tell you, they gave me a toy, and OMG was that fun! I held it in my mouth and just shook it and shook it. I’ve never had so much fun!!!
