Yeah when I was 11 on Christmas eve I took in a 3 months old pit bull puppy that was on deaths door. He was nearly starved to death. He had dog and human bite wounds, cigarette burns etc. The person who owned him went to jail and left the dog with a "friend" who abused him. He was trying to give him to a lady I knew but she couldn't take him because her dog was sick.

I took him home, my grandmother and I nursed him back to health. He lived to be 6 years old. We had to put him to sleep because he had a brain tumor. Oh! We named him Showe. Pronounced Show. I'm crying now I miss him.

I brought home a white cat that these kids were throwing around in my building. After they threw her I grabbed the cat and ran. I think I was 8 at the time. The cat ended having a broken back it couldn't be fixed right. So she walked funny. My aunts friend took her in.

My current cat I took in a few months ago when she was... Hell I don't think she was fully a month old. This lady threw her out because she was crying too much. I named her Pōnyo and she is quite the talker. I swear this cat always has something to say.