A Chance Meeting That Changed a Life
One ordinary day, during our usual rescue rounds, we saw something that broke our hearts forever.
In the garbage-strewn heaps of a roadside landfill stood a trembling pointer dog.
She was skin and bones, every rib painfully visible, her fur stained with blood and dirt.
Her wounds were raw and open, some of them infected; her eyes—oh, those eyes—were worn down, filled with pain, defeat.
She looked as though she had been abandoned for months. Yet, buried under all that suffering, there was still something in her gaze—a small flicker of hope—as though she prayed someone would notice.
Taking the First Step
We couldn’t walk past her. Not like that.
We approached carefully, with soft blankets in hand, hoping to comfort her shaking frame and block the harsh wind.
But she flinched. She growled. She tried to protect herself. Fear had become her first response.
We understood. What she was doing wasn’t aggression—it was survival.
We wrapped her gently, spoke in calm tones, then rushed her to a veterinary clinic. She was alone, hanging by a thread, and every second counted.
Urgent Care and Gentle Healing
At the clinic, compassion met urgency.
Tests were run immediately. Blood work, examinations, treatment plans.
Her injuries were many: raw wounds, deep cuts, some festering with infection. Her body was fragile, her spirit fragile, too.
Vets cleaned and bandaged every injury. They applied soothing medicine like Cantoron to help with pain and swelling.
She stayed silent through most of it—maybe too tired to cry, maybe too broken to hope.
But the love, the hands that didn’t turn away—those were already part of her healing.
From Trash to Treasured — We Gave Her a Name
A week later, she came home with us.
She finally had a name—Peri.
Even after a week’s healing, Peri was still terrified. Loud noises made her jump. Quick motions made her run and hide.
Her body was healing well enough, but her heart needed time.
Each day, we cleaned her wounds, applied soothing ointments, and whispered to her. We used soft voices, slow steps.
“It’s okay now, Peri,” we’d say.
Bit by bit, she began to recognize us. Our voices. Our touch. Her trust cracked open, little by little.
Strength in Support
We weren’t alone in helping Peri.
Friends, neighbors, and animal lovers rallied around. They offered supplies, words of encouragement, and steady reminders that Peri deserved better.
Their kindness became a safety net for her.
Slowly, she started to explore more. First, she’d only go to the far corners of the garden for bathroom breaks—always watching, always wary.
Then she began to take a few steps on her own.
One day, she stood in sunlight and didn’t retreat. Her frail frame looked a little stronger.
Her eyes weren’t wild with fear—they glimmered with curiosity.
A Beautiful Transformation
Thirty days after that terrible day in the landfill, Peri’s change was striking.
Her wounds had mostly healed. Her coat was cleaner, her body healthier.
Her spirit—what a difference. She was no longer shrinking away in shadows.
Peri had become playful. Smart. Loving.
She made a friend—Abisi. The two of them were inseparable. Frolicking in the grass, chasing leaves, curling up together.
Watching her romp around, bark with joy, wag her tail—it brought tears. Every little moment felt like a gift.
A Birthday of Hope
And today, we celebrate a special milestone—Peri’s birthday.
Her first birthday in a warm, safe home. Her first birthday without pain. Her first wrapped in love.
Happy Birthday, Peri!
You are brave. You are strong. You are deeply loved.
You were cast away by some who didn’t see your value. But to us, you are priceless.
You remind us why rescuing matters. Why love matters. Why one life, no matter how broken, is never too far gone.
A Message Worth Sharing
Peri’s story isn’t just about one dog—it’s about all forgotten creatures who suffer in silence.
There are many like Peri—hurt, afraid, abandoned. Waiting for someone to care.
We must be that someone.
Speak for those with no voice. Rescue when you can. Love without reservation.
Because every life deserves a chance to heal. Every soul, no matter how wounded, deserves to be remembered.
Hope Lives in Kindness
Peri has taught us something we won’t forget.
That love does heal. That patience does transform. That no beating heart is too broken to hope again.
So as we celebrate Peri today, we also promise to keep fighting—for the next Peri waiting somewhere.
Happy Birthday, dear Peri. You have survived. You inspire. You are home.
Here’s to many more years of joy, safety, and unconditional love—you deserve nothing less.
