After speaking with elderly neighbors, I learned her heartbreaking backstory. Her owner had moved away after a divorce, leaving her behind to fend for herself. Every day, she waited by the house, hoping for her owner's return. This touched me deeply, and I couldn't bear to leave her behind. After a few days of watching her rummage through trash and fish for food, I decided to step in. Following a conversation with her previous owner, I took her home and gave her a name that reflected her resilience: Iron Egg.