She Was Left Behind—Until She Chose to Hold On
When I first saw her, she was lying on the pavement—frail, broken, and nearly invisible. Her coat was dirty and matted, one eye swollen shut from infection. Her paws were scraped raw, and her breathing was shallow.
I remember stopping in my tracks. I wasn’t even sure at first if she was alive.
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