Growing up I’ve always struggled with myself feeling like there was pieces of me missing, I was that jigsaw puzzle that looks almost complete. You can tell what the picture is but there are just a few key pieces missing still. I was raised by two amazing people who were my mum and dad even if they had adopted me from a baby, they are all I knew. They were always honest with me, and they told me how they came to find me they always said that I was there wish answered by the stars. I have no knowledge of my birth parents; birth mother is dead she died giving birth to me. Although she didn’t struggle with the labour from what I’ve been told she had been attacked and was badly wounded, no one could fathom how it happened very much an unsolved mystery. She had claw marks and bite marks that had torn major arteries internally, she was covered in bruises old and new. Was she a victim of domestic abuse, or was she just attacked at random did they have a dog that was vicious or was it a random dog that had been through years of abuse and was homeless having no trust for humans.