My heart broke into a thousand pieces the moment I laid eyes on her for the first time. She was a little woman, and her body was contorted in defeat as she lay in a cardboard box on the cold and merciless pavement. It was at that same time that I realized I had to assist her, as tears began to stream down her face. I was able to feel her suffering and her helplessness; it was like a knife to my very being. She sobbed softly, scarcely able to move as she did so. I opened the package with great care, and then an extraordinary thing occurred: she crept toward me. As if she were begging, "Please, don't leave me again," she appeared to be telling him. Her eyes, which were filled with a mixture of fear and hope, pleaded with her to be given another opportunity in life. However, she was not strong enough to endure on her own. She was unable to succeed in any of her endeavors, and her frail body continued to let her down time and time again.
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0I had no idea what had transpired with her condition. It was possible that she had been abused, or it could have been if she was born in that manner, having been cruelly abandoned by someone who was unable to look past her differences. In spite of her history, I was aware that she was in pain, and I had to take immediate action. I hurried her to a veterinarian in Moscow so that she may receive the most proper care. The conclusions of the doctors were extremely upsetting. She had suffered harm to her brain in addition to the physical breakdown she had suffered. Someone had kicked her, putting her in this dreadful condition. She was born with a weak skull, and someone had kicked her. Blood testing revealed that her mother had a severe deficiency in fundamental nutrients; it is likely that her mother had not eaten adequately, which had an effect on her milk. Our baby Alice had been so hungry that she had eaten stones in order to survive, as evidenced by the ultrasound exam that revealed the presence of huge stones in her little abdomen.
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0Alice eventually achieved the ability to stand and walk, but with some difficulty. She was still unsteady, but the tenacity she shown gave us reason to have hope. When the veterinarian examined her once more, the results were positive. Alice had developed into a beautiful, intelligent, and loving dog, and her skull had become stronger. Additionally, there was no severe brain injury that would be permanent. Every time she saw us, her tail would wag with excitement, she would gain 800 grams, her coat would become thicker and more shiny, and she would gain weight.
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0At long last, the veterinarian gave us the go-ahead, and Alice was prepared to return to her own home. She was pleased and secure as she curled up in my arms like a baby as I carried her away from the room. She had come a long way from the defenseless puppy that was in the box, and now Alice was looking for her permanent home, a place where she would be loved and treasured as she deserved to be loved and cherished. Alice's road had been challenging, full of suffering and uncertainty, but she never gave up, and neither did we. We went on to do the same thing. Providing a second chance at love and life is something that every single dog deserves.
