Hello, I'm Falka. The inspectors (now my mommies) rescued me from my "home" where they didn't give me any food, and the tumors I had on my mammary glands were scraping against the floor. I lived in a dirty kennel, and I was nearly bald. Everything itched. My ears? They hurt so much; I thought I couldn't bear it. Besides the surgeries and lots of care, my mommies said I have a thyroid problem and need to take medicine. They worried, but for me, it's quite nice because I always get a delicious can of food twice a day.

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