My life was miserable ever since I was born. I was beaten for every little thing, received food and water only rarely. This is how I got underfed and very skinny. From this reason, once, my back legs gave way and could not walk with them anymore. When they saw this, those cruel people put me in a car and threw me at the margins of a village. I hardly got to the centre of that village to beg something to eat. Luckily, after a few days, when the paws with which I couldn’t walk anymore were covered by wounds, somebody gave a call and I then realized that someone was going to take me in. I waited worried the result which by good fortune was a good one. After hanging up the phone, that person brought me here where I can’t tell you how good I am. They sent me to a clinical hospital where I received the treatment I have to follow daily; my wounds are always dressed and my paws have some protectors meant to keep me from being hurt again. It’s hard because I cannot control my necessities and I always have to be cleaned, as well as my bedroom. Now, I’m staying with Benji. I’m aware I will never be able to run with 2 feet, but with my special wheelchair I move easily. I hope you will think of me and if you can, please contribute with anything to help me. I would very grateful to you.