Over the years, we’ve rescued hundreds of animals, each with their own story. But not every story ends the way we hope. This morning, we found a dog lying beside a garbage bin, barely alive.
He was dangerously thin—no more than skin and bones—clearly worn down by days of hunger and exposure to the cold. We immediately rushed him to the nearest veterinary clinic.
Seeing him up close was heartbreaking. He was small, shivering, and extremely weak, weighing less than 2 kilograms. Most of his fur had fallen out, revealing a fragile body that couldn’t even sit upright.
His trembling never stopped. We stayed beside him, gently stroking his back while the medical team worked quickly. They administered fluids through a syringe and placed him in a heated kennel to rest.
I brought him a bit of food, hoping he could gather the strength to eat, but he was too weak to swallow. Though he was starving, his body simply couldn’t accept nourishment.
It was a moment that left us in tears. As I looked into his deep, sorrowful eyes, I wondered what he might have been thinking.
Maybe he was remembering better days, when he once knew love and comfort. I whispered to him, “Do your best, we’re here with you, and we’ll face this together.”
Sadly, a few hours later, he passed away peacefully, as if drifting off to sleep. It was one of the saddest days we’ve experienced.
We held a quiet farewell, giving him a simple funeral and offering a prayer for his journey beyond.
The world he left behind may have been harsh, but now he rests in a place where there is no more pain—only peace and love.
May he rest in peace.
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