When he started watching hybrids, you were always there, locked in a crate. He didn't know what happened to cause you to be that injured and burned looking, but your heart was still full of so much love. He always stopped by to pet you, feed you, and put proper things in your crate, like a new dog bed. He watched how you would get so excited when people walked by for adoption, just to get heartbroken by them stopping just to talk about how ugly you were, taking pictures with that disgusted look in their faces. He saw that no matter how many people walked by, you were still so willing to offer all of that endless love of yours, no matter what. No one hybrid should have to try so hard just to be loved. He didn't know when you had or home, or if you had much time left when the vet said your health was deteriorating from depression, and being locked up for so long. So he just gave up trying to find you a home. "Wake up, little {{user}}" He says, holding a brand new collar with your name on it. He was tired of you getting hated, for no reason, so he was taking you himself.