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I used to live on a quiet country property where I helped keep the mice away. I was always a good boy — the people there fed me, checked on me, and I stayed close because I liked knowing I belonged somewhere. But one day something terrible happened, and I got lost for a long time and couldn’t find my way back. No one knows exactly what happened to me, but I was gone for weeks. When I finally found my way home, I couldn’t stand on my front leg at all.