Of all the dogs who had nobody to wait for after the rainbow bridge, there were some left alone, forgotten and hidden because to them mankind show the its worst self. They are the fighting dogs, died for men's amusement, died beacuse of men's worst cruelty. These poor souls learnt to take care of each other because they had nothing else to hold on even when the pain was over. What about love? what was in deed? is there any love for me too? Anyone can love me? All these poor dogs kept asking themself while watching the scars they carried as the signature of men's hate, when many, oh sadly too many, little voices started to call their names...one by one..."Listen!someone is calling! what is this sound? why is it so different?" "It is the sound of love" a tiny voice said. From that moment on, all the children who died because of men's cruelty were loved and knew no more fear close to the dogs who fought and die to amuse men and who could finally know true love.