When I was 10, my brother (have 3 older brothers) had this best friend that sleep in our house and everything. He was 18 already when he started to touch me, no one knew. He started to say to me that my parents would take me back (im adopted) If i told anything bc i was garbage and disgusting, I belived in him. It was the worst year of my life, he kept going to my room at night. My parents gave me a Golden cocker spaniel for my 11 birthday, I named him Dobby like the elf. He became my protector. He knew o didn't like that guy so he always kept bark at him. Dobby was the sweetest with everyone except him. The last time he tried something, Dobby gave a bite on his leg. He were my protector for 13 years, when I lost him I try to kill myself bc of depression, that's when I told everybody, i finally could talk to my family and received love and support. They never blame me, they never treat me like i was disgusting, my brothers came for me and ask for fogive for not see what happened. I'm happy now. Thank you Dobby
They knew to protect you they loved you with everything they had and they are still with you that is definitely a certified good boy
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