Curled against a cold wall, ribs sharp beneath thin fur, he didn’t flinch, didn’t fight—he had already given up on the world. I found him hidden behind garbage bags, too tired to hope, too broken to trust.
Now, he lies in my home, still pressed to the wall he believes is safer than comfort. He doesn’t know yet that this time, no one will leave. That love is patient. That safety can be quiet.
This isn’t rescue—it’s the slow journey of unlearning fear. Of discovering that “not alone” can be the first step to everything. ❤️🐾
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