I was looking for another dog, a Stsffy, but they wanted $800+. So as I was trying to save money, I went shopping, there was a dirty skinny white Staffy seemingly waiting for his owner to come out, had no collar, wasn't tied to anything. I obviously patted him, and got my groceries. He followed me to my car and as soon as I opened door he just jumped in. He was very timid, obviously been abused, had a 3 inch scar on his back. He became my best friend. I started just calling him Mate whilst thinking of a proper name, but Mate stuck. When he died, I had him cremated and his ashes sit on my shelf next to my previous dog Buddha's ashes. I'll never forget my little Mate.

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