I used to be terrified of pitbulls until Omari. He used to belong to a relatives friend that took good care of him until he had to move away. When I would visit my friend I would not make eye contact with Omari even though he would always stand by my side wondering why. When his owner left, Omari had no home so I bought a dog house and put him in my yard. I would feed him at a distance and watch him through my dining room window. It broke my heart when one day I saw him howling in what seemed to be sadness. I decided to have him fixed for fear of aggression. I walked in on him after his surgery and found him in a pool of blood, on a short chain, and wearing a cone. He had ripped his stitches. That day he became mine.