A skinny dog, its long fur matted and muddy from the afternoon downpour, wandered aimlessly searching for scraps. Exhaustion etched lines on its thin face, and its eyes held a quiet desperation as it surveyed the crowd waiting for the bus. A pang of hope shot through me - maybe someone with a kind heart would offer a helping hand.
As fate would have it, a compassionate woman noticed the dog's plight. I sat beside it, offering comfort, while she rushed to buy food. But the dog, wary of strangers, snatched the offering and retreated, maintaining a safe distance.
For four relentless hours, the woman followed the dog, determined to bridge the gap of fear. Unfortunately, darkness and a heavy downpour forced her to leave. Undeterred, she decided on a new approach: daily deliveries of food.
The bus stop became their familiar meeting place. Behind it lay a hilly terrain, the dog's presumed haven. Life in the wilderness, sleeping amongst bushes, explained the mud-caked fur. But with the relentless rain and plummeting temperatures, this once-proud creature must have endured immense discomfort.
1 апр 2024