A puppy rescued from the sewer follows the rescuer: “Can you take me away?”
Lonely Pup
The puppy shivered, its fur soaked and matted. A passerby lifted it from the murky water. There was no sign of its mother. It blinked up, trembling with fear and relief. Alone in the darkness, it now felt the warmth of human hands.
The shivering puppy appeared alone, with no sign of its mother or other dogs. How had it ended up in the sewer?
Faithful Follower
The sewer gap had been hastily sealed with bricks and wood. The man glanced at the barrier, wondering why. He had planned to leave after rescuing the trembling puppy, but soft paws followed. The puppy’s eyes held trust. He hesitated—walking away now felt like abandoning it again.
The man had planned to leave after rescuing the puppy, but it stumbled after him. He paused, looking down. With a sigh, he placed it in a cardboard box. He couldn’t leave it behind.
Bringing It Home
The wet, shivering puppy had followed him, eyes pleading.
He placed the trembling puppy in a box and dried its soaked fur with paper towels.
Helpless Puppy
The tiny puppy wobbled with each step, its legs too weak to support its body. It flinched at sudden movements and cried when pointed at. Despite trembling, it kept going.
The family had little but provided the pup a warm, dry place. It wasn’t luxury, but better than the sewer.
Messy First Feeding
He mixed the milk powder, hoping to feed the pup, but it refused the pacifier. Instead, it lapped milk from a plate, its tongue darting out. Watching the frail puppy insist on its way, he smiled. It had just been rescued yet showed strong will.
The first time he fed the puppy, he misjudged its limit and poured too much milk. It drank eagerly, belly swelling. Worried, he watched until the excess food settled. He learned that caring for a fragile creature required caution.
Too Much to Eat
The puppy’s belly swelled after its first meal in a long time. It had eaten too much, hunger overriding restraint. The man worried he had made a mistake, but eventually, the bloated creature settled. With a sigh, he watched as the puppy curled up, safe and satisfied.
The first time he took the puppy outside, he was amazed. Despite its size, it darted around with energy, stumbling occasionally but undeterred. Watching it race around, he smiled. The helpless creature he had rescued days ago was already playful and lively.
Puppy and the Shoes
Smelly dashed around the house, its tiny paws tapping against the floor. After exhausting itself, it curled up on a pair of shoes and fell asleep, forming an unbreakable bond.
The puppy grew attached to the shoes, ignoring toys to snuggle against sneakers or burrow into slippers. The familiar scent seemed to comfort it, a habit that would persist.
Shoe Fascination
Smelly had many toys, but it loved shoes most. It eagerly shoved its head inside, as if searching. To Smelly, shoes were comfort, adventure, and home.
Noticing ticks on the puppy’s damp fur, he acted quickly. He took it to the pet hospital, where vets bathed it, washing away grime and parasites. As warm water ran over its fur, the puppy sighed, sensing safety. The deworming treatment would help it heal.
Smelly’s Mischief
The tiny puppy, named Smelly for its odor, quickly settled in. A small toilet area was set up, but Smelly treated it as a playground, running, tumbling, and turning it into a game.
Late one night, Smelly, a tiny puppy with boundless energy, darted around the room. He pounced on socks, sent a slipper skidding, and attempted to climb onto the couch—only to slide down. His tail wagged as he devised new mischief, unaware that trouble loomed.
Trapped in a Cup
One night, Smelly got its head stuck in a plastic cup while chasing trash. It struggled but was found in time. The scare didn’t curb its mischief but showed its fragility.
Ten days had passed since Smelly was rescued. In that time, the tiny puppy had settled in, filling the house with energy and mischief. He was still small and fragile, but his spirit was strong. Each day brought new milestones—climbing stairs, wagging at his name, and clumsy kisses. Smelly had transformed from a scared, trembling creature into part of the family.
Smelly’s Big Challenge
Smelly, still tiny, scampered to the stairs. It wobbled but pushed forward. ‘Come on, Smelly!’ Encouraged, it clambered up, pausing triumphantly. There was no stopping it now.
Smelly eyed the step, paws gripping the edge. ‘Come on, Smelly! Just one more!’ Encouraged, the puppy pushed upward, tail wagging. Reaching the top, it yipped. Climbing stairs was no challenge.
Smelly’s Transformation
Smelly’s ears perked up at its name. ‘Smelly, come down!’ called its owner. The pup bounded forward, nuzzling and licking nearby hands and faces. Laughter filled the room.
A month passed, and Smelly was no longer a clumsy pup. He had become a playful yet obedient companion, learning simple commands and wagging its tail at its name. ‘Smelly, sit!’—and it plopped down proudly.
Smelly the Protector
Smelly was learning fast, understanding simple commands. ‘Smelly, sit!’ ‘Come here, Smelly!’ Each time, the pup responded, tail wagging. Once abandoned, it was now a beloved companion.
Smelly fiercely protected its home. Despite its size, it sensed intruders—even the delivery man faced its barks. When someone passed, it perked up, ears twitching, ready to alert.
Beautiful Transformation
Smelly’s ears perked at nearby footsteps. Its body tensed, eyes scanning. Once a helpless stray, it was now a vigilant companion, protective of its home.
Smelly grew stronger each day. The once clumsy pup became an energetic dog with gleaming fur and mischievous eyes.
Finding Home
Smelly stepped into its new home, nose twitching as it explored. Its tiny paws padded across the floor, and with a yip, it bounced with energy. Everything smelled different, but one thing was familiar—the presence of the person who had saved it. This was home now.
Smelly’s home was always with its owner. I remembered it as the tiny, helpless puppy from the sewer, fragile and lost. No matter how much time passed, I couldn’t forget how it clung to me, its dirty fur and frightened eyes telling a story of survival.
Unexpected Reunion
Smelly had grown into a strong dog. More than a year had passed since its adoption, and its transformation was clear. If not for its black ears and wagging tail, it would be hard to believe it was the same scruffy puppy pulled from the sewer.
If not for its black ears and wagging tail, I might not have recognized it.
Always Waiting
Smelly was loyal to its family, staying close to its owner. Once a stray, it became a devoted companion, always at the door. Wary of strangers, it kept watch to protect its home, trusting only family.
Smelly was always by its owner’s side, waiting at the door, tail wagging.
Playful Escape
Smelly was more than a pet; he was family. Through mischief and companionship, he showed loyalty. Wherever life took them, he remained by his owner’s side, a constant source of comfort and love.
Smelly dashed around, exploring and sniffing. A misstep nearly sent it into the muddy river, but it scrambled back just in time. Shaking off the scare, it wagged its tail and bounded off.
Lesson Learned
Smelly wriggled free just in time. Its muddy paws left tracks as it bounded back to its owner, tail wagging. The scolding was met with barks, but Smelly had learned its lesson—for now.
Smelly was mischievous, constantly getting into trouble. Warnings had no effect. ‘If you do that again, you’re getting a spanking!’ his owner said. Smelly ignored it, testing limits repeatedly. Then, after a close call, he realized some mischief wasn’t worth the risk.
Fresh Start
Smelly was once a tiny, trembling puppy in a sewer. Now, it has become a loyal companion with a caring family. Its frightened eyes shine, and its scruffy fur is now sleek. Love has changed it.
To those who help stray animals—thank you. Small acts of compassion can change lives. Many animals, like Smelly, rely on kindness to find safety and a home.
Blind, starving and unable to stand, this paper-thin puppy is Dying
A Puppy in the Trash
As the girl walked along the park path, her dog pulling at the leash, a cleaner stopped her. The cleaner was staring at a trash can, and a soft whimper caught her attention.
She leaned closer and found a tiny puppy nestled among the trash, its eyes pleading for help.
When the puppy was rescued from the alley, it was a pitiful sight, covered in grime.
Its tiny body was tangled in scraps, trembling with cold and fear.
Rescue Mission
If not for the unsettling flicker of its single open eye, one might have easily mistaken it for lifeless. The dog lay there, weakened and fragile.
With a heavy heart, she returned home, cradling a cardboard box that held the fragile little puppy inside.
Meet the Blind Puppy
The vet informed them that the tiny puppy was just a month old. He was thin, his little body having gone far too long without food.
One of the puppy’s eyes appeared like a lifeless button.
The doctor had just finished discussing his condition, and the news weighed heavily in the air.
Against the Odds
The tiny creature weighed less than 500 grams.
“Do you see this damaged eye?” the doctor inquired, his voice low and heavy with concern. “It has already begun to bulge out,” he continued.
The doctor’s words became painfully clear: without immediate treatment, the fragile eyeball had succumbed.
Critical Condition
Esther listened intently as he explained that the creature’s hind legs were unable to bear weight.
He suspected that, due to his condition, he might not have had many proper meals in recent days. The doctor continued that he needed subcutaneous fluids to help replenish his nutrition and give him a fighting chance.
Hypothermia, dehydration, and malnutrition—the doctor’s words painted a bleak picture of his condition. As he spoke, the dog violently, his one remaining eye darting around the room.
Introducing Little Lamb
After receiving a dose of the nutrient solution, the dog’s frail body trembled as he struggled to find his footing. With great effort, the dog managed to lift himself slightly off the bed.
The frail little puppy resembled a lost lamb. For now, let’s call him Little Lamb, a fitting name for one so vulnerable.
A Visit to ICU
Little Lamb was quickly taken to the ICU, where the situation required immediate attention. The fluorescent lights reflected off the polished surfaces, creating a cold atmosphere.
To warm his fragile body, a hairdryer was used, its heat contrasting the chill of the room.
In the afternoon light, a young girl arrived for a visit, her footsteps light and hopeful.
Little Lamb, a small creature with soft fur, nestled quietly in his food bowl, oblivious to the world around him.
As she approached, her heart ached with concern for Little Lamb, who had been through so much.
A Fragile Hope
With gentle hands, she cleaned his eyes again, checking for any signs of improvement. The doctor had told her the surgery could only happen once his body regained strength after its long battle.
Each time she touched his eyelids, she hoped for the day he would open them fully and see the world, free from the shadows clouding his vision.
The uncertainty hung heavy as the doctor discussed his precarious state.
After the virus test, his illness left him drained; he lay there, struggling to lift his eyelids.
The unspoken question lingered: would he still be here when dawn broke?
Second Chances
As the medical drama unfolded, the urgent need for a blood transfusion weighed heavily in the dimly lit room. The doctor, voice steady but strained, delivered the troubling news of a blood type mismatch, leaving the team scrambling for a solution.
Just as hope began to fade, a solution emerged—a robust husky with a perfect blood type match.
Despite barely being able to open his eyes, the instinct to survive remained, showing itself in that singular, persistent attempt to eat again.
Out of Danger
After three days of intensive treatment, he was transferred from the sterile ICU to the busy general ward. The air was thick with antiseptic and the murmurs of nurses, an environment both overwhelming and reassuring.
At long last, the worst was behind him.
He had endured a harrowing battle, his body frail and trembling as he struggled to make sense of the faces through his foggy vision.
First Playtime
This was the first time he had the chance to play since everything had changed. As he lay there, his eyes caught the vibrant toys of the nearby puppies.
Intrigued, he gathered his strength and began to bat at them with his little paws.
Each item represented not just warmth and comfort but a chance for moments of laughter and love amidst the uncertainty they endured.
I felt a surge of determination; I wanted to make a difference, however small, in this world that felt so heavy.
Improved Vision
It was here that Little Lamb was found, confined in a cage that dwarfed his fragile frame. The size of the cage loomed ominously, a stark contrast to his tiny stature.
As the doctor examined him, Little Lamb could barely keep his remaining eye open, shivering under the weight of fear and exhaustion.
As Esther watched the doctor examine him, a glimmer of hope flickered within her. Why did it seem that his eyesight had improved, even if just a little?
A Lamb’s Adventure
This was his new friend, a bright spark of hope in a world that felt overwhelmingly dim.
Unlike the toys around him, this friend longed for adventure and connection, eager to explore beyond the hospital walls.
This would be the little lamb’s very first toy, a bright red ball that shimmered in the sunlight.
It was simple, but to the lamb, it represented a world of joy and adventure waiting to be discovered.
Too Tired to Play
Within minutes, the little lamb grew weary of his game, his frail body betraying him.
His strength was sapped, leaving him too weak to keep up with the fun around him.
His battle with intestinal inflammation continued, leaving his stool far from normal.
The uncertainty of his health weighed heavily on him, evident in the trembles that shook his frail body as he anxiously scanned the faces around him with his one good eye.
The Final Farewell
The doctor examined the eye closely, noting a slight deformity that suggested something more troubling beneath the surface.
They needed to determine if the necrotic eye had any chance of recovery—a glimmer of hope amidst the despair.
“Little Lamb, I’m leaving now,” The girl whispered softly, my voice barely cutting through the heavy silence in the room. The weight of my words lingered, filled with the bittersweet reality of our parting.
Day Seven
“Leaving so soon?” the doctor’s voice carried concern, his brow furrowed and his expression filled with worry.
It was day seven of Little Lamb’s grueling treatment, and the atmosphere in the room was thick with uncertainty.
With great care, I prepared a selection of special canned food, knowing how much it could help him. His recovery had been remarkable, and I felt a glimmer of hope thinking about how far he had come.
Just days ago, he had been trembling, peering around the room with his one remaining eye, lost in confusion.
A New Friendship
It was a small but heartwarming development, especially given how frail and frightened he had been just days before.
In this moment, amidst all the uncertainty, there was a flicker of hope—a sign that even in his weakened state, a bond could form, bringing a glimmer of joy to his difficult journey.
Now, standing and walking had become manageable tasks for him.
Little Lamb’s Recovery
It was truly astonishing to think that just a few days ago, this little puppy had been fighting for his life.
Now, he was sitting up, his gaze clear and bright, taking in the world with a newfound curiosity.
The transformation felt almost miraculous, and it filled the room with a sense of hope and possibility.
A Remarkable Turnaround
On the tenth day of his hospital stay, Little Lamb was finally set to be discharged.
The news brought a flicker of hope to the otherwise bleak atmosphere that had surrounded him.
After enduring days of uncertainty and weakness, when he could hardly muster the strength to open his eyes or comprehend the worried faces around him, the thought of leaving those sterile white walls filled him with a mix of relief and trepidation.
Homeward Bound
After the doctor had discussed his condition, I decided to dress him in a tiny, frilly dress, hoping it would bring a smile to everyone’s face.
But he wriggled and squirmed, clearly uncomfortable with the fabric against his skin.
As we made our way home, however, a spark of energy seemed to return to him.
Little Lamb’s Adventure
Good boy, Little Lamb, she whispered gently, her voice barely above a murmur as they neared the warmth of home.
The warmth of affection wrapped around them both like a comforting blanket.
She could feel his small body trembling beneath her touch.
Restless Explorer
Upon arriving home, he leapt out of the car with an infectious excitement that took me by surprise.
It was as if the confines of the vehicle had unleashed a pent-up spirit, and I couldn’t help but marvel at his resilience.
Sweet Dreams
The scene was deceptively serene, yet the tension in the air was palpable.
Little Lamb, come here! he called out, his voice strained and weary.
Time for a Nap
Exhausted and weakened by the ordeal, he finally surrendered to sleep.
The room around him faded, the beeping machines and whispered conversations becoming distant echoes as he clung to the comforting softness of the toy.
Awaiting Adoption
Even confined in the small cage, he remained restless, his body trembling with an urgency that seemed unshakeable.
The days stretched ahead as we anticipated another checkup in just two more torturous days, filled with worry and uncertainty.
The Great Escape
As soon as the door creaked open, a sense of urgency filled the small room.
This new revelation brought a glimmer of hope amid the uncertainty surrounding his condition.
The Great Escape
As soon as the door creaked open, a sense of urgency filled the small room.
The little creature felt a thrill of instinctual rebellion, itching to dart into the unknown beyond.
Another Lock-Up
Once again, he found himself confined, the sulky expression on his face resembling that of a petulant child denied a favorite toy.
His demeanor was bleak, and the heaviness of his situation was evident as he lay there, visibly distressed.
Eyes Under Examination
Just two days later, I found myself at the eye hospital with Little Lamb nestled in my arms.
The looming antiseptic smell and the stark fluorescent lights felt oppressive as I stepped through the sliding doors.
Eye Condition
The necrotic eyeball, now in a state of gradual decay, seemed to mirror the somber atmosphere surrounding him.
Once vibrant and full of life, it was now diminishing, perhaps to shrink down to the size of a mung bean.
Goodbye, Little Lamb
With a heavy heart, the moment finally came for Little Lamb to leave the comforts of the clinic and join his new adoptive family.
He was such a fragile soul, and the thought of parting left a bittersweet ache in the hearts of those who had cared for him.
“Oh, little guy, how I will miss you!” one nurse whispered, wiping away a tear.
In the beginning, the adopter showered Little Lamb with the finest pet supplies.
Plush beds, vibrant toys, and an assortment of treats filled the room, creating a cozy haven for the small creature.
Little Lamb may have been surrounded by luxury, but the storm of uncertainty still lingered, waiting to test their bond.
The Future Furry Friend
Amidst the turmoil of his condition, a flicker of hope remained in the form of Xiaodoubao—a petite, adorable dog whose joyful spirit promised to brighten even the darkest days.
As he lay there, struggling to comprehend his circumstances, the image of Xiaodoubao offered a glimmer of comfort.
Perhaps one day he would grow strong enough to reach that vision of vitality. The thought flickered through the minds of those gathered, a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty.
Finding Love Again
Perched comfortably on the adopter’s lap, Little Lamb displayed an unexpected calmness that belied his tumultuous past.
Nestled against his new companion, it was clear that this little creature had found a second chance, thriving in a world that had once turned its back on him.
In that fragile moment, as the doctor delivered the grim news, something miraculous flickered within him. It was love—a warm ember igniting a second chance at life.
Despite the shadows clouding his vision and the tremors shaking his frail body, the thought of loved ones wrapped around him like a comforting blanket.
From Trash to Treasure
No creature deserves to be discarded like refuse, and this tale indeed takes a turn for the better. In a world where compassion can often seem scarce, a glimmer of hope emerged, reminding us of the deep bond between humans and their furry companions.
In a heartwarming twist of fate, Little Lamb emerged from the shadows of despair, her body restored and healthy—a testament to the relentless dedication of her rescuer.
Once barely clinging to life, she now stood strong, embodying the resilience ignited within her.
