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The Stray Approaches

We spotted a stray dog trotting along the road, something clutched in her jaws. From a distance, we couldn’t see what, but the way she carried it—careful, deliberate—made my chest tighten.

I called her softly. Her ears perked, and after a moment, she padded toward me, eyes cautious.

A Silent Request

She approached, carrying a lifeless puppy in her jaws. Her eyes pleaded as she placed it before us, seeking help or understanding.

The puppy lay limp in its mother’s mouth, still. She placed it down, eyes searching mine. She was asking for help, but I feared it was too late.

A Heartbreaking Discovery

The dog approached cautiously, tail wagging but eyes wary. Her fur was matted with dirt, exhaustion in every step. Still, she looked up, pleading for help.

The mother dog was filthy, her fur matted. I knelt beside the tiny, lifeless puppy. It was too late.

A Meal for Her

The mother dog looked weak, her ribs visible beneath matted fur. She hadn’t eaten in a while. I decided to bring back food to help her care for her puppies.

As I set the food down, the mother dog ate hungrily. Her ribs showed beneath her fur, a sign of starvation.

Mother’s Devotion

Despite her hunger, the mother dog paused whenever her puppies stirred, ensuring they were safe before returning to her meal. Her priority was always her little ones.

The puppies were plump, their tiny bodies full of life. Yet, as they wriggled and nuzzled their mother, sorrow struck me. Why hadn’t the first one survived? The thought lingered, an ache amidst the joy of seeing the others thrive.

Mother’s Dedication

She ate briefly before returning to her puppies, prioritizing their safety over her hunger. Curling up beside them, she remained watchful and protective.

Exhausted but watchful, the mother dog kept her eyes on her puppies. Weak and hungry, she remained their guardian, shielding them from danger.

A Watchful Mother

The mother dog remained calm, showing no aggression, only quiet trust. She let us approach and handle her puppies, checking on them with cautious concern. Her love for them outweighed any fear of us.

The mother dog checked on them, sniffing each one to ensure they were safe, her watchful eyes never straying.

Mother’s Plea

We couldn’t leave the puppies behind. They were too small to survive alone. Carefully, we gathered them, their whimpers soft. The mother watched with sad eyes. As we carried them to the car, we felt the weight of responsibility.

She stood motionless, watching us as if she understood, unable to leave her puppies.

A Mother’s Chase

We placed the puppies in the car. As the engine started, the mother dog raced after us. Guilt made us stop. She wasn’t ready to let them go—maybe neither were we.

The mother dog chased the car as we started the engine. We stopped, and she jumped in, trembling for her puppies.

Following Instinct

As we tried to drive away, the mother dog’s whimpers stopped us. Her eyes held quiet desperation. With a sigh, we pulled over again. She wasn’t giving up, and neither could we.

We turned back. The mother dog chased us, whining desperately. Each time we drove away, she ran faster, her eyes filled with fear and determination. She wasn’t ready to let her puppies go.

Getting Her Back

As we returned, she ran beside us, tail wagging. Her paws kicked up dust, but she didn’t mind—she was happy with us.

We set one puppy down to distract the mother while carrying the other two. She hesitated, then picked up the one left behind and returned to her den. We hoped she understood our intent.

Letting Go

She turned away, hesitating briefly. She had no choice—they had to go. As they vanished, she nudged the pup beside her, then carried it back to the den.

She knew her puppies wouldn’t survive with her. Carefully, she picked one up and carried it to the den, her heart heavy.

Bath Time

At home, we bathed the puppies, washed away the dirt, and dried them. The boys played with them as they tumbled about, beginning a new chapter.

The pups yipped and wagged their tails, eager for attention. Watching them play, it was hard to believe they’d been so helpless.

Improving the Den

After dinner, we decided to build the mother dog and her puppies a sturdier, warmer den since their current shelter was inadequate. We gathered what we needed and prepared to work.

The old shelter failed to protect them from wind and rain. Determined to give the mother dog and puppies a safer place, we built a sturdier den to keep them warm and dry.

Dinner for the Mother

We brought a meal for the mother dog to help her regain strength. She ate eagerly, her ribs visible, but remained attentive to her puppies. Her dedication confirmed we had made the right choice in helping her.

We brought a sturdy foam box for better warmth and comfort.

Choosing the Spot

The foam box stood upright, sturdy enough for the mother dog. But was it too low? Rain could create a puddle, seeping in and making it damp. It needed to be safe and dry.

I worried heavy rain might flood the low ground, making the den damp and unlivable. It needed to stay safe and dry for the little ones.

Finding a Stone

If the box sat on the ground, moisture could seep in. We needed to elevate it to keep the puppies dry.

Looking around, we searched for a sturdy stone to elevate it while ensuring stability and access for the mother dog and her puppies.

Creating a Home

My son lifted the heavy stone, gripping its rough edges. He carried it to where we were building the den.

The mother dog watched from a short distance, observing as we built a safe place for her. She stayed quiet, ears twitching occasionally. As we worked, she sat patiently, tail wagging gently.

Setting the Path

Positioning the stone for the mother dog was harder than expected. I adjusted it for stability and guided my son to drop it.

I told my son to set the stone. He hesitated; I nodded. He pushed it into place, keeping the den raised and dry.

Secret Den

The shelter was hidden, providing the mother dog and her puppies a quiet refuge.

If someone found the den, the mother dog and her puppies could be in danger. It had to stay hidden, a place where she could care for them safely.

Making a Cozy Nest

We gathered old clothes for bedding to keep the mother dog’s shelter warm.

The mother dog had a quiet beauty despite her rough living conditions. We lined her new shelter with soft bedding and a plastic bag for insulation, hoping it would bring comfort.

The Banana-Leaf Den

The den was complete. We covered it with banana leaves to keep it hidden and safe. The mother dog wagged her tail slightly, as if approving. We hoped it would keep them warm and secure.

As we set up the den, the mother dog watched quietly. Her tail wagged slightly, her eyes wary but trusting. She stood by her puppies, tense yet calm, acknowledging our efforts.

Looking After Them

I stroked her head. Her eyes met mine. ‘Take care of your little ones,’ I murmured. She wagged her tail slightly. She had been a devoted mother. As I stepped back, she watched me. I hoped she knew she wasn’t alone.

The puppies were safe and warm in their new home. I ensured they had food and water, keeping my promise to care for them.

Caring Visitor

Whenever I had a free moment, I packed treats and visited them. The mother dog recognized me, trotting over immediately. The puppies, growing curious and playful, tumbled over each other to greet me. It became a routine that warmed my heart.

The little one fixed her eyes on me, tilting her head as if she understood. Her small body was fragile, yet there was strength in her gaze. I hoped she would stay safe.

Playful Morning

After breakfast, we set out to visit her. The air was crisp, the sun casting a glow on the path.

She lay in her den, ears twitching at our footsteps. Her tail wagged briefly before she returned to her little ones, curled up beside her.

The mother dog finished her meal and trotted off, leaving her puppies to play near their nest. One pup licked its paws contentedly. Watching them, I felt a warmth in the moment.

Lively Little Wrestlers

The puppies tumbled, yipping and nipping in playful combat. Their tails wagged as they wrestled, strengthening their bond.

Their curiosity and mischief turned every moment into an adventure.

Caring for the Stray

Five days later, I ordered extra food to bring back for the mother dog.

Our motorcycle rumbled down the road. Before we stopped, she was already running toward us—ears perked, tail wagging. She knew our arrival meant food, warmth, and familiar faces. She trusted us completely.

She trotted over, her thin frame swaying. Though only a day had passed, her excitement was clear. She let out a soft whine, nose twitching at the scent of food.

Happy Greeting

I told her I had brought something delicious, and her ears perked up. She trotted alongside us, tail wagging.

I unwrapped the food and poured it into her bowl.

The mother dog caught the scent and began eating, barely pausing. Her puppies smelled the food and stumbled over, tails wagging. They nuzzled close, pawing at her to share.

The mother dog ate immediately, her hunger overriding hesitation, starting even before I finished serving.

Unexpected Mess

The scent of food filled the air. The puppies’ noses twitched as they followed the aroma, tails wagging. They scampered to their mother, bumping against her as they jostled for space.

The puppies crowded around their mother, tiny paws pressing against her. Bits of food clung to her fur. She kept eating, unfazed. I gestured to my son. ‘Grab some banana leaves and give her a wipe,’ I said.

Small Comfort

I asked my son to grab banana leaves to wipe the food off her head.

She was too focused on eating to notice, her tail wagging. The mother dog had been through much but remained trusting.

As he cleaned her fur, she glanced at him before returning to her meal.

The mother dog stretched out beside her puppies, sighing. Her eyes drooped as she nestled into the bedding, finally able to rest knowing her little ones were safe.

Saying Goodbye

As we left, the mother dog stepped forward, watching us. She didn’t whine or stop us—just stood there, a silent reminder of our bond.

The mother dog trailed behind, hesitant, torn between following and staying. Her eyes lingered, filled with quiet longing.

Visiting Together

That evening, I set aside an extra portion for her. She trusted me, and she needed the food.

Watching her care for her puppies moved me, and ensuring she ate felt necessary. Tomorrow, I would bring it, hoping for her wagging tail and grateful eyes.

A friend and dog lover, moved by the mother dog’s resilience, asked to join my next visit.

Breaking the Shackle

On the eighth day, we removed her tight collar.

She stayed still, sensing our intent. With pliers, we freed her. Relief followed as we patted her head.

The collar was tight around her neck, like a crude metal shackle. It looked uncomfortable, maybe painful. We had brought pliers to set her free.

Settling In

By the ninth day, the puppy was thriving—eating well, drinking, and playful. Her timidness faded, and she seemed at home.

Duoduo was settling in, eating well and growing stronger. Watching her explore her new home brought relief.

Curious Mother

On the tenth day, I reinforced the mother dog’s den with wood. She sniffed around, inspecting my work.

With damp ground and looming rain, I hoped it would hold. Mosquitoes buzzed as I left.

A neighbor adopted a puppy, giving it a new home. As it was carried away, the mother sniffed the air, nudged her baby, and sensed something had changed.

Medicine Arrives

On the eleventh day, the deworming medicine arrived. I administered it carefully.

One pup squirmed and whined but soon settled after a few soothing pats.

The puppy squirmed, trying to escape. I spoke softly to calm her, but she remained stubborn.

With patience, I applied the medicine. She looked betrayed before shaking herself off, but the hard part was over.

Perfect Afternoon

On the twelfth day, the sky was blue, and the air was crisp.

A breeze rustled the grass as the little one dashed across the field, her paws kicking up earth.

When I called her, she perked up, ears twitching. She was quick and energetic, bounding toward me with a spark in her eyes. Watching her in the sunshine filled me with warmth.

After all she had been through, today felt like a gift.

Fresh Start

On the twenty-second day, I bathed the mother dog. She hesitated but relaxed as I spoke softly.

I washed away dirt from her fur and dried her. Clean and renewed, she stood peacefully.

The mother dog trembled at first, unused to human touch.

As warm water rinsed away dirt and a towel dried her, her thin coat gleamed, and her eyes brightened with quiet gratitude.

She shook herself, seeming lighter, finally at ease.

Meal Time

On the 30th day, Duoduo and the others curled up in their cages, sleeping quietly. The puppies had grown stronger but still huddled together.

Soon, it would be time to prepare their meal. I made sure to use less oil and less salt. Their journey was just beginning.

Dinner time arrived. I prepared the food with little oil and salt, keeping it simple and nutritious.

Puppy Progress

By the 32nd day, the puppies were plump and playful. They tumbled over each other with swiping paws and wagging tails.

Their playfulness and trusting eyes made the effort worthwhile. They needed patience, attention, and love, and watching them grow was fulfilling.