After I was born, the first thing I felt was my mother’s warmth.It was so good: she protected me and fed me , and I couldn’t imagine anything bad happening ever. One day, our master abandoned me and my sister. We didn’t know what was next and kept the hope that nothing bad would find us, that we would return to our mother, and everything would be the same.I hoped in vain: we were put in a car and abandoned. We heard unfamiliar sounds, and everything seemed sinister and scary. Later we understood we were hearing the trains in the station coming and going. My sister began to cry, and I knew I had to be strong. I saw people passing us by without caring, and hoped someone would stop and feel sorry for us and feed us. After a while, a woman showed up, stopped and began petting us and cuddling us. She left and then returned with food. Time passed and I became resigned that we would be left in that station, where that lady came often to feed us and comfort us in our suffering.But one day, my sister became very ill and died, so I was left alone. The lady who used to feed us was telling me she would try to find a home for me. So it came about that one day I saw a nice car stop, in which there was another doggy. I was picked up, and after a long trip I got out of the car and was immediately welcomed by warm people, who offered love and kindness.It was a dream spot, with a little house all of our own. Around us there were so many other doggies running around happily, with not a care in the world. I am still here now, happy and loved. That is why I am asking you to help these people.