When I arrived, the scene was hard to take in—there she was, clinging to what was left of her world.

Though abandoned, she hadn't abandoned hope. She waited beside that old tire as if her owner might still come back.

Her body told the story of neglect. She was thin, sick, and clearly suffering. But she didn't run or fight.

I gave her food and whispered that help was coming. Around us, a few stray animals watched, as if they, too, understood something important was happening.