My name is Maille and I am a petite one year old creamsicle. The last few months of my life were pretty miserable. My family abandoned me in a rough neighborhood in North Philly. I ended up in a trap and a few other places too scary to talk about. I was chased, grabbed, scruffed and snatched so many times that I didn’t know until I went to my foster home that human hands could be so gentle and soft. I was also sick with a very bad cold, toothache and ear infection.