Ghost was stolen out of his owners yard and was forced to be in vicious dog underground fights. He suffered significant abuse from those times and became very violent to defend himself.

One day, after he was made to kill another innocent puppy, he was done. The dying cries of the little thing haunted him. He refused to fight anymore. Even if it got him tortured within an itch of his life. His captors now saw him as useless and threw him out on the side of the road.

One of his legs were broken, he lost his right eye, his ear had a chunk bit out of it, open and infected wounds everywhere, worms, fleas, and ticks infected his body. He was merely skin and bones, limping along the street with scaring and dried blood covering his body. He was so weak and sick. He just laid on the concrete and waited for death.

As Ghost was laying there, a car slowly pulled over next to him. Once it came to a stop, the door slide open. He thought this was the end, just like the first time he was taken, a person slowly came out and kneeled down low to the ground. A gentle hand landed on his head, they wrapped him in a coat and took into the car. He didn’t even have the energy to snap back at them and promptly passed out from exhaustion. He thought he had finally died.

But what he didn’t expect was for him to wake up days later in a bright room, a hand softly stroking his head.

“Hey… thought we lost your there buddy. Don’t worry, you’re gonna be fine.” A voice spoke up in a mere whisper.