Some people call me Dziadzio. Quite possible that when I was younger, I had a different name, but apparently with time when I got older, I wasn't needed anymore. They found me close to a road, exhausted, I couldn't move, everything hurt, I didn't want to live. They came and took me. I have to admit that I wasn't nice at the beginning, but my aunt didn't gave up. It turned out that this terrible pain was a bar in my body. Today I am happy at the house of one volunteers who loved me and taught what love for human is

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