Due to certain circumstanses i found my self amongst a group of people who were organizing "dog fights" near Belgrade. I, along with my friends, were very against this andwe felt it was necessary to save as many of these dogs as possible.(http://www.orca.org.yu/)

WEere onley able to save the pupies because the adult dogs who had been trained to fight were to dangerous. Of the seven we saved one was one was mix of Rotweiller and Dobermen, four were Pit-Bulls, one German Shepard and two Bull Terriers. We foun homes for all the pupies except for one Bully. There was something special about him and a reason why he was the one ho left.This white pupy with two spots covering his eyes, one on his head and one on his body. All three weeks bit into the palm of hand. And his pink skin-like a litle pig!

I alredy have four dogs in my apartment (two mutts,a Chiuaua ad Pekingnese) and that was one reason i didnt take the pupy. Having no expirience with Bull Terriers i automatically related them with the Pit Bulls and this is another(stupid) reason i didn't take him.

Since we didn't know whwt to do with him he spent few nights in my friend's hair saloon sleepeng on towels. All the time i was thinking about him besause it was a love on first sight and i couldn't wach him suffering any longer, so i decided to take him home. I was still in last year of hight school(and 1 year of army after) and having one more dogwas a large responsibility to take on.

He was like baby. He wake me up at night crying because he was hungry. He slept on my stomak and on my chest. He tore apart my bed and eventually my room become his. It took me awille to figure out that i had to be different with him than with my other dogs. He grew over night, first legs and than his body. He was clever, had a sense for humor, and a big hart.

...He was respectuful towards other dogs i.e. my dog Bony (who was "16x" smaller) than him go to his dish, he wonded get out of her way, and she would eat his meat leaving him onley rice!

He and i were inseparable. I took him everywhere with me:(to sleep, to eat, to cafes, visiting friends, on vacation, runing). I spent more with him than most people do who have dogs. We shared feelings (when i was sad, so was he; when i was happy he was too). He liked people, children and beer! He especialy liked to hit baloons with his head!!!. Four and a half years ws spent day and night together.

Late one summer evening ha was playing in the park with a female dog who was in heat. This exited him and he ran into the street and got hit by a car. He get up and ran home. I took him immediatly to the Vet.,but bacause of the war there where no emergency services opened. With out X-rays the vet was unable to know what was wrong with him. To the visual eye he wasn't bleeding. The next morning i took him on his last walk. I wasn't aware that he was slowly dying. Whily we were walking he would sit any chanse he got because he was losing strengh. But at my command he would continue on. We come home i put him on my bed and went to the bathroom and heard my mum screaming. I found him laying in front of the beathroom door. I picked him all 30 kg. and watched as he died in my arms. His agony lasted 12 hours.

I still didn't shed a tear, my mother was crying, and i couldn't tell my sister for 10 days. No one could belive what happened. other dogs come looking for him, and it was so strange for me to be with out him. I had never felt that much pain. I didnt want to live, eat, work, smile,etc.nor i could be in apartment with out him.

I spent 10 days at my girlfriend's. And when i finally come home and was reminded of him is when i started to crying like a baby. All of his toys, his leash, his dish for food still stood where he had last left them. I couldn't get out of my mind the last picture i had of his dead body. He was like my son, a part of me. And every thin i expirienced with him is worth the hurt i feel now. The love i had for him was more thanlove given to one thousend dogs. He wasn't special onlet because he was mine, but because hi was Bull Terrier.

His name was Marfi(Murphy). We use to call him Maki(Makee).

Milan Jovanovic Akron , Ohajo,SAD

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