When I found him, he was trembling in fear, shrinking over himself, trying to disappear under his own feet. Her eyes reflected a lifetime of suffering and abandonment. I didn’t expect anything from the world anymore, just to survive one more day in this relentless cold.
I slowly knelt, extending a trembling hand towards him. He was surprised, thinking maybe it was going to hurt him. But no, little one be fragile, I’m here to help you. My heart sank when I saw her marked ribs, her dirty, carefree fur, and most of all, that terror in her gaze.
I spoke to him softly, offering him my hand, my time, my patience. Long minutes passed before he dared to move towards me, still shaking with uncertainty. Then she lifted her head, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
That day, I promised her a new life. A life without fear, where every caress would replace a wound from the past. I will do my best to make him understand that he is loved, that he is safe. Little by little, he will heal, and I will be right by his side every step, every small achievement.
Because there is no greater victory than watching a broken soul learn to trust love again.
