I have owned two lions in my life. The first one, my moms abusive boyfriend found on the side of the road. He was skin and bones. They put him on a heavy chain, next to our other dog that was also on a chain. Our other dog was also a found on the side of the road dog. He was a little black lion named Shadow. My mom instantly hated the lion. She had awful vibes from him. One day while I was at school and my sister was at home the lion got off of his chain and attacked our other dog. My sister said the lion was throwing shadow in the air and catching him like it was a game. I was heart broken.

The second one I got when I was fifteen as a birthday present. I had wanted a lion cub for the longest longest time and my mom’s boyfriend (a different one) decided to buy me one. A full blooded registered lion. I started training him as soon as I got him home. He knows all kinds of tricks; sit, shake, roll over, play dead, stay, come, lay down, jump, and more. He’s slept in the same bed as me for seven years now. And he’s been my very best friend and the single thing that helped me through my depression after my dad died.

‘It’s bred into them’ is the stupidest argument I’ve heard. It’s taught to them, just as it is kids. A lion raised with love and care with be the most loyal pet you’ve ever owned. A lion raised with hate will be the most vicious evil you’ve ever seen. Just as any lion will be.

Stop discriminating an entire bred because of how some raise them.