Hello, my name is DEAN.
I am 17 months old. I have been here for most of my life. I was born in the Forrest of Dean, hence the name not really original I know but I like it, it reminds me of where I came from where I lost my Mum. I don’t know what happened to her, I was only a few days old and she just never came back. I was in the trees. I found a track and sat down on it. I was very weak, starving and ill. The people who keep sheep in the Forrest of Dean, instead of spraying us different colours and tagging our ears to identify our owners, mutilate our ears. Yes, you read it correctly they chop bits off or out of our ears when we are very small and with nothing to dull the pain. Well, my ears had got infected, they were terribly painful, I felt so ill I thought I was going to die. I lay on that track for four days. How I was still alive I don’t know. A lady picked me up and brought me here. I was very ill and I know that at first I wasn’t expected to live. Well, I thought these people are so determined to help me and I’ve been given a second chance thanks to the lady in the wood. So I fought to live. My new friends Izzy, Whizzy, Larry and Lucy all helped by keeping me cheerful and telling me what a truly wonderful we had all had the greatest fortune to come to. Look at me now a credit to my poor Mum wherever she is. I do wish she could have come here too. I don’t want to be ill and abandoned again. Please adopt me.