I was named Peluche, the Spanish word for stuffed animal, because when I was initially adopted, that was what I looked like. I was a beautiful, affectionate, and playful baby, and my caretakers loved me. Until I grew up... My family stopped loving me, they left on a trip, and forgot me. I stayed nearby, waiting for them to return. They never have.

I lost my my right eye in an accident. The police has threatened a man that gave me food sporadically with cruelty to animals, even though he is not at fault, my old family is. I am no longer wanted roaming around my old house. I don't have anywhere to go.