04/10/2025
Day 5
This old girl has lived a hard life. You can read it in the scars on her face, in the marks on her body, in the way she carried herself when I first saw her. A week ago her gums were pale, lifeless, and I wasn’t sure if she would make it. Yesterday, when I checked, they were pink again. That small change felt like a miracle—like hope breathing back into her.
She gets her home-cooked meals every day, her medication, and the safety of her own space. And slowly, she’s finding her strength again. Yesterday, after I fed her, I turned as I was leaving and saw her standing in the doorway of the hut she’s claimed as her home. She just looked at me, steady, serious, almost solemn.
I can’t explain it fully, but in that moment everything else in the world fell away. Nothing mattered more than caring for her, being present, and recognizing the gratitude in her eyes. She knows. She knows I am safe, she is seen, she is loved.
That was a kiss from heaven for me, time stopped and our souls knew.Animals do have souls and communication between our species is thru the heart.
What struck me, too, is how the other dogs respect her completely. Though tempted by her food, not one of them dares approach.And they are a young healthy pack that could shred her in a second.
They sense something in her—her history, her quiet strength, her place.
Day 5 is behind us. Twenty-four more days to go before the next step.