Two years ago, she was left for dead—shot in the head and abandoned at a garbage dump like her life didn’t matter. But she survived. She fought. And by some miracle, our paths crossed.
I thought I was rescuing her that day… but truth is, we saved each other.
In these two years, she’s shown nothing but love, resilience, and forgiveness. Her scars tell a story of pain, but her eyes? They shine with trust and hope.
Today, she runs, plays, and cuddles like any other dog—because she’s not broken. She’s brave. And she’s home.
Here’s to two years of healing, and a lifetime to go.
