Hello, it's Diablo speaking. I've endured so much suffering in my life that it's hard for me to trust humans. I came to the shelter in Oswiecim from a shelter in Radysy, although I don't know why both places have the same name even though they have nothing in common. Over there, I lived in a big pack of dogs, and we had to fight amongst ourselves for food. I had nothing there, not even a name. I was just another number, and it didn't matter to anyone. Now, I have my own bed, a bowl always full of food, and walks. I love walks, but I'm still unsure about the leash, so I'm very careful, and I never run away.

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