Welcome, I understand your position. I was abused in my younger years. My life has always been hard, and I have been rejected by most of my family because of it. The only true thing I have trusted in my life, was a very tiny chihuahua named Jose. He didn't have a chance at life before I took him. He was at a puppy mill, and he was sick, and they were going to let him die. I took him, and did everything in my power to keep him alive. He was on 3 different medications twice a day, and when his life turned bad, he was over 9 years old. Jose was my support, and I was his. Now I am truly on my own.