All I remember from life before the shelter was hunger and cold. I still remember the accident, after which I was terrified and ran forward, escaping from a car that hurt me and drove away. I will never be fully healthy again, and I will never be able to see out of my right eye. At the shelter they called me Tola. I run as fast as I can when they call, because I'm very afraid of getting lost. Then they will disappear and I will be left alone again, chased off the property, wet, cold and hungry... I still dream about it.

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