Desperate mother dog, unwilling to accept her puppy’s death, carried her to people, hoping for help.
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.
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.
