It started with a neighbor’s call—someone had spotted a dog living in shocking conditions.
When we arrived, the reality was heartbreaking. A frail dog, with patchy fur and empty eyes, was chained beneath a staircase.
His only “bowl” was a rusty shovel, and he hadn’t known sunlight or kindness in seven long years.
At first, he didn’t trust us. How could he? But we stayed, offering gentle words and food. Slowly, his fear gave way.
When he finally accepted a piece of cake and began eating with hunger and joy, it was hard not to cry.
We spoke to the owner and negotiated his release. That dark, damp corner was the only place he’d ever known, but it had also been a place of misery.
The dog, now named Black, was suffering from anemia, malnutrition, and a severe tick infestation. He needed immediate care.
His recovery took time. His first bath was unforgettable—he didn’t just tremble from the water, but from the weight of years finally being lifted.
That moment marked the beginning of something new. With blood transfusions, fluids, and constant care, Black slowly regained strength.