Putting a stop to animal rights.

I am not exactly a fan of cats as much, dogs are way more my thing, as I was raised in a cat-free environment. As a little girl I was a very quiet person and I did not like the company of people as much, I guess I found it pretty claustrophobic.

With people, judging others is quite an easy thing.However, when in the company of an animal their affectation is plainly visible and with them you have no need whatsoever to pretend nor please for they willingly accept oneself. Feeling insecure is an everyday thing for most girls and little boys and so that is mainly why, when having a dog you can confide in and have around you at all times comes in handy.

I lost my very first dog at the age of four and it was the most overwhelming thing that had ever happened to me at that age. My parents had entrusted me with the care of a small adorable puppy, in which I chose to name "Snoopy". It became a daily schedule for me to run to the backyard and in to Snoopy's kennel to ensure that he was fully hydrated and fed before I headed out to school. Not only did I find doing this my personal achievement but I knew that it was a way in which my parents chose to entrust me with a bit of responsibility.

For a four year old girl, one could imagine the excitement of it all. Not an ear could go within distance of Snoopy without my consent, for he was MY dog. Evening walks were his specialty so I would convince my mother to let me out. I was so in love with Snoopy I started involving him in all my everyday activities....playing catch, soccer and even swimming. I Loved him in water!!

One sad school afternoon, I returned home to a deserted house, as I ran to the back I had a bad feeling about what I was going to see. I searched throughout the house and even at the neighbours, but Snoopy was truly gone.

When my parents arrived, my mother cuddled me and then explained the most painful thing I had ever heard off....DEATH!!....As soon as was I told of what happened to my Snoopy, I vowed I would never stop treating animals badly for deep within me I blamed myself for Snoopy's death.

At the age of nine, my uncle who is an animal expert explained that animals dying isn't due to playing with them but rather treating them badly, and he told me I hadn't done such a thing.

Although I have had quite a lot of dogs since then, I can never forget my adorable Snoopy. I love all animals and mistreating such and also skinning animals is very brutal.