My name is Tala, which means “Gold” in Persian. Because I was pure bred and pretty, my greedy and cruel owner treated me like a puppy making machine…to the point that I became very very weak…
So last time when I gave birth to 9 puppies, I was so sick that I couldn’t even feed my puppies. He threw us away.

We had nowhere to go and nothing to eat. All my lovely puppies died of hunger and cold, except for one. I was so sad. Fortunately someone told Mrs.EsnaAshari about our situation.

She took us to the shelter and put us in a warm and clean room. I have been living a good life in the shelter ever since. My puppy was adopted by a nice family. Everybody here is so kind that I have decided to let the past go and enjoy the care and attention they give me.

Fatemeh Motamedi

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