“A New Life for Xiao Liu, the Little Survivor”

When I went to visit my neighbor one day, I discovered a scene that broke my heart: a mother dog biting her own puppies. He cried in agony as he rolled about on the ground, the little puppy. I promptly grabbed it and proceeded to examine it for any bites. Initially, I was under the impression that the mother dog was attempting to discipline her young puppy. However, the neighbor disclosed a disheartening truth: this was the sixth puppy that she had; the previous five had been killed by being bitten. It was only this one that had made it.

During my subsequent visit, I observed the little dog searching for food, its fragile and very small physique. Because the mother was malnourished, it is quite likely that she was unable to provide nourishment to her young. In my haste to get some goat milk, I improvised a bowl out of a takeaway box and hurried back to my house. It was perhaps the first time in days that the puppy had consumed something, and it did so with a gulp, its little tummy filling out with fullness. Milk clung to its mouth, and for a brief while, it appeared to be satisfied with its situation. I gave my word that I will come back before I departed. After I had returned a few days later, I discovered that the dog had a cold, was continuously sneezing, and appeared considerably dirtier than it had before. Although I asked the neighbor if I may purchase the puppy, he declined my offer. Upon my return a few days later, I saw the miserable puppy nibbling on a piece of charcoal, demonstrating that it was plainly hungry. The moment it caught sight of me, it came bounding over to me, recognizing me, and clinging to my feet as if it didn't want to let go. In a determined manner, I continued to inquire with the neighbor, and in the end, he consented to let me remove it for a little cost.

Because it was the sixth and sole surviving puppy, I gave the small dog the name "Xiao Liu," which literally translates to "Little Six." While I was at home, I tried not to frighten it by giving it goat milk and cleaning it with warm water in a gentle manner. The veterinarian examined Xiao Liu and discovered that it had bite wounds as well as previous scars on its head and face. After treating the wounds that were infected, the veterinarian determined that Xiao Liu's left eye was in some way impacted, but that it would not impede its eyesight. Xiao Liu started to recover with the help of medication and a lot of care, and she became stronger with each passing day.

It became my lively and naughty little friend as Xiao Liu settled in and got more comfortable. Additionally, it followed me around wherever I went and even became my little shadow when I was at work. It nibbled on toys and shoes. The immunizations were administered to Xiao Liu after it reached seven pounds, and it behaved so well that even the veterinarian was taken aback by its behavior. At this point, Xiao Liu is in good health, content, and a member of my family. Every every day, I am thankful that I took Xiao Liu in and provided it with a life that its siblings had never had.