It was another weekend and my friend and I were out on our usual mission – distributing food to the starving dogs around the city. We had been doing this for several months now, and it had become somewhat of a routine for us. We would go around the streets and alleys, looking for any dogs that needed help.
On that particular trip, as we were walking down a narrow alley, something caught my eye. It was a small puppy lying on a pile of garbage between two cold walls next to a football field. It was about three months old, and its condition was quite bad. It was hungry, thirsty, and curled up because of the cold.
I approached the puppy cautiously, not wanting to scare it away. As I got closer, I could see that it was a female dog, with fur matted and skin in a bad state. I could tell that she had been living in this situation for a long time, with no food or water to sustain her life.
I picked her up gently and held her close to me. She was so weak that she didn’t even resist. I didn’t know how she had managed to stay there and endure that kind of suffering. Was she waiting for her owner to return? Or had she been abandoned?
I knew that I had to do something quickly to help her. I took her in my car and drove to the nearest vet. The little girl obediently lay in my lap on the way to the vet. She hadn’t had the feeling of being hugged by someone for a long time, and I could feel her warmth against my skin.
The test results showed that she had dermatitis, malnutrition, anemia, and a few open wounds showing signs of infection. Fortunately, she did not have any other dangerous infectious diseases, so I could safely take her home for treatment.
After a day of moving hundreds of kilometers, she was exhausted and it was evident on her face. I had to give her nutritional supplements and strict diet. I couldn’t sleep for most of the night because of her. She still felt strange about the new home, but slowly she started to get better.
I had become her own chef, preparing special meals for her despite never having cooked for any dogs before. We still had a long recovery, and every night I told her my love stories. The room had become cramped for the little girl, and she wanted to go out and explore.
As the days passed, Duda (the name I gave her) started to gain weight. Her fur was growing back, and her wounds were healing. Every time I stood next to her, she approached me to ask me to stroke her. She liked to walk a lot and rarely sat still. We both had great feelings towards each other.
But now, she has new friends. Most of the time, she spent playing with them. She tells them what she’s been through, and sometimes she even laughs. It’s heartwarming to see her happy and healthy, playing like any other dog.
In conclusion, rescuing Duda was one of the most fulfilling experiences of my life. It taught me that even small acts of kindness can make a big difference in the lives of others. I will continue to help animals in need, and I hope that more people will join me in this noble cause. Together, we can make the world a better place for everyone, including our furry friends.