My name is Katrina and I am called a “Special Needs” dog. My Mama ran loose in Louisiana after Hurricane Katrina, and when we pups were born, we were all brought to a shelter to be killed. Some kind people rescued us and brought us to New York. But by then, we were all sick and I was the only one of my family to survive. I’ve been told I have Addison’s Disease and so I’ll need to take medicine all my life. Y’know, I don’t feel sick and I certainly don’t act sick. I’m kind and smart and I have the joy and zest for life that comes from knowing how lucky I am to be alive. My foster family has been very kind to me and they’ve discovered just how easy it is to keep me healthy.