Just when I thought I had witnessed the worst of humanity's indifference towards these innocent creatures, that day brought forth a sight more horrifying than words can express. A passerby had witnessed Poro being beaten by his owner, the anger and frustration boiling over. It was a scene that no creature should ever have to endure. The sight of Poro, trembling and fearful, left me shaken. I had to lean in, placing my ear close to his chest, just to feel the faint beat of his heart. The rhythmic thump reminded me that, despite the cruelty he faced, he was still alive, still fighting.

Poro's spirit seemed dimmed but not extinguished. I could see the flicker of life in his eyes, a fragile thread of possibility that, with care and compassion, we could bring light back into his world. I reached out my hand, gently placing it on his head, whispering soothing words that I hoped would convey my empathy. In that moment, Poro leaned into my touch, seeking comfort in the warmth of a stranger's love. It was as if he was saying, "I want to believe that things can change."