I rescued him a few months ago — tiny, skinny, and terrified, abandoned in the rain next to a trash bin. Since that day, he hasn’t left my side. He sleeps against me, follows me everywhere, even when I try to work. Like in this picture, where he simply won’t move unless he’s curled up on my arm.
I often think back to the look he gave me when I first saw him — a mix of fear and hope. That look has now become pure love and complete trust. He found a home, and I found a loyal little soul. I love him more than words can say. make a longer than this
From Rain-Drenched Fear to Unconditional Love: The Journey of Our Little Survivor
