Hi there....my name is Gizmo. Many people don’t know my story. I had a family once. When I was a puppy my family loved me. When I grew up, my family loved me. They taught me tricks, gave me treats and toys and told me I was a good boy. When I got older, I guess I just wasn’t cute anymore. I didn’t want to play as much and I really liked afternoon naps. I guess my greying face and slower movements wasn’t what they wanted. The day they took me to that strange place, that smelled like bleach and had lots of loud barking dogs, I didn’t understand why they turned and walked away. Why did they leave me there? Why was I having to sleep in a cage and listen to other dogs crying. They never came back for me. I guess I got to old for them. Someone did come for me one day. They were a stranger to me but I still loved them. I try to be a good boy and I like having toys to play with too. I am hoping someone will love to have a old dog like me. I promise I will love them for the rest of my days......Love Gizmo ?

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