Me and my mates where messing around one day and we walked to teletubbie land *It looks like teletubbie land* and we saw a dog, and we stroked it, thinking it's owner was just round the corner and we waited for like, 1 hour, then we noticed it had mange and it was so much out of condition. We took it to my mates house and called PDSA and they came next day.
When I was 9 I had a black Persian that one of my other cats gave birth to, and it was my brothers. 2 years old, we thought it was ran over. Turns out the idiots over the road trampled it to death, and you know how they say when a cat is about to die it runs away? This one came back to my brother. It's funny how his cats always die or go missing.