She was incredibly sick and unable to walk. “You poor thing,” I whispered, heartbroken. “How could you get here? How do I even get you? I don’t have a towel, I have nothing.”
After many comforting words, Hope finally let us scoop her up and carry her gently. “Let’s get you some water first, then we’ll go to the vet,” I reassured her, hoping the care would bring relief.
Hope spent an entire week at the vet clinic, where they worked tirelessly to help her. But when we visited, I could see the fear in her eyes. “Are you trying to hide, making yourself small?” I asked softly. She shrank away, still not sure if she could trust.
Christa spent hours with her, showing Hope what it was like to be loved and cared for. For the first time in her life, Hope began to feel safe.
One month later, Hope’s eyes completely transformed. She had started to trust, and I couldn’t believe the change. “Look at your fur!” I marveled. Hope had gained weight and, most importantly, regained her strength and energy.
Three months later, it was the most beautiful sight to see: Hope wagging her tail, playing with joy, giving kisses, and simply loving life.
Four months later, Hope found her forever family. She shares her days with her new dog brother, Tofu, enjoying daily walks and cuddles with her mama and niece.
It’s a perfect ending to a story that began in such sadness. Hope’s life has completely changed, and now, she’s living the best life she’s ever had.
