The Story of a Dog Named Gypsy

If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men. ~St. Francis of Assisi

She was found on the side of a road, abandoned and dying from her wounds. The flesh was practically rotting off her face and her leg was severely infected. She was the obvious loser of a vicious dogfight and had been disposed of much the same as an empty beer bottle....discarded like trash....

A team of compassionate and dedicated veterinarians and technicians saved her life...treated her wounds...performed crucial surgery on her...comforted her...loved her... They named her Gypsy. Gypsy had probably never felt human hands stroke her or caress her lovingly. She had probably never received proper vet care. No human voice had ever soothed her troubled soul until after her horrible fate. This precious life was not wasted, however, for her will to survive against the odds made her strong in heart and spirit. Because she lay on the side of the road struggling to stay alive, an angel rescued her. Because she wagged her tail at the sound of a saviour's voice although she had suffered horrific cruelty at the hands of a monster, she touched the hearts of many. And through all the pain and torment of treatment and therapy, this special dog maintained her sweet nature. Cast away because she was a lover instead of a fighter, she in turn fought the greatest struggle of her life and prevailed over the deepest cruelty and death itself.

Gypsy the pit bull is testament to the will to survive and the power to forgive. If her story doesn't touch you, then I have nothing in common with you.