I'll probably delete this later but I just need to get something off my chest. The dog in the picture is called Petal and he was rescued by a charity about a year and a half ago. Since then my mum and myself have been sponsoring him - we even sent him a Christmas parcel! (that blue collar is from me haha) He's well over 10 years old and was most likely chained up for most of his life, and thrown away and left to starve when he was no longer wanted. Luckily he was rescued and has been living in a foster home for the past year. However, he's 1400 miles away and I can't get him off my mind. Why? Because he's finally, officially up for adoption. For the last year and a half my heart was breaking every time I saw a picture of that grey muzzle and those big sad eyes, and even though I've never met this dog I would do anything to bring him to the UK so he could live out the rest of his years in a warm loving home.