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Alone in the Pen

When rescuers found Biscuit, the Corgi sat alone in a filthy duck pen. Her fur was patchy, and her skin was scabbed. One eye was swollen shut from infection. Weak and trembling, she barely resembled a dog, yet a flicker of hope remained in her sorrowful eyes.

Biscuit, a small Corgi, was abandoned in a filthy duck pen. Her patchy fur was marred by inflamed skin and scabbed wounds. She huddled in the dirt, isolated and forgotten.

Desperate Eyes

Biscuit’s left eye was swollen shut from infection. She tilted her head, seeming to plead for help.

Biscuit gazed at the rescuers, her one good eye wide with desperation. No barking, no movement—just a silent, pleading stare.

Abandoned and Afraid

Her matted fur clung to her bony frame, skin raw and scarred. Despite everything, she was still here, waiting to be seen.

She looked frail and defeated, her body trembling, eyes dull. The spark was gone, leaving only a silent plea for kindness.

Meeting Biscuit’s Owner

They came face-to-face with Biscuit’s owner. The Corgi cowered, trembling. The man barely acknowledged her, his expression indifferent. ‘So, you want the dog?’ he said, crossing his arms. The rescuers hadn’t expected kindness, but not this level of disregard.

Biscuit shrank back, trembling. Her tail curled tight. The man barely glanced, indifferent.

The Abandoned Dog

The rescuers felt a pang of anger—how could he be so unfeeling?

The rescuers looked at the Corgi, their hearts heavy. How could anyone abandon a dog like this? They turned to the owner, their voices edged with frustration. ‘Why was she left in a filthy duck pen?’ they asked.

Giving Up Biscuit

‘My ex liked dogs. After we broke up, I didn’t see the point.’ His voice was empty, as if Biscuit was just another thing left behind.

He gestured toward Biscuit. ‘There she is,’ he muttered. The Corgi flinched, cowering, expecting the worst.

Bought for $50

The man crossed his arms. ‘If you want her, it’ll be fifty dollars,’ he said. ‘I paid for her.’ The rescuers handed over the money, their focus on the trembling Corgi. Biscuit flinched but sighed as they lifted her. Safe at last.

The transaction was instant, but a promise was made—Biscuit would not be neglected again.

Rescue and Promise

They loosened the rope and gathered Biscuit into their arms. She stiffened, then softened at their gentle touch. The fear that had gripped her eased slightly. For the first time in a long while, she wasn’t alone.

As they cradled Biscuit, feeling her frail body relax, they vowed she would never suffer alone again.

Bad News for Biscuit

They rushed Biscuit to the vet. The Corgi was in bad shape, and the vet’s expression darkened. He examined her, noting inflamed skin and an infected eye. ‘She’s in a bad way,’ he murmured. Biscuit’s fight for survival was just beginning.

The infection had spread, making movement painful. The rescuers had expected bad news, but hearing it made the reality hit harder. Biscuit had a tough road ahead, but they refused to give up.

Seeking More Help

The vet gave an injection and sprayed medicine on Biscuit’s inflamed skin to curb the infection. It wasn’t a complete solution, but a start. Biscuit barely flinched—too weak or sensing help. The rescuers watched, hearts aching at her fragility. Her healing would take time, but they were determined.

‘She should be taken to a larger animal hospital in the city,’ they advised. The rescuers were determined to help her recover.

Biscuit’s Heartbreak

Biscuit had done nothing to deserve her pain. She was discarded after a breakup, left in the dirt, unable to understand the neglect.

Biscuit didn’t understand why she had been abandoned. One day, she was loved; the next, forgotten.

Caring for Biscuit

Biscuit curled up, trembling, as infection and neglect weighed on her. She couldn’t understand why she was abandoned, only waiting for relief, for kindness, for someone to see her.

Back at the shelter, they wiped the discharge from Biscuit’s swollen eye, offering her a clearer view—one step closer to healing.

Biscuit’s First Moments

Biscuit was too fragile for a bath, so they sprayed soothing medicine on her irritated skin.As they tended to her, they whispered reassurances, hoping she felt some comfort. This was the first step toward a safe, loved life.

They cradled the trembling Corgi, her body exhausted. With soft voices and gentle touches, they named her Biscuit.

Bringing Down the Fever

Returning, they prepared the injection and administered the medicine, hoping it would work. They waited, watching for any sign of recovery.

Biscuit’s fever subsided, her body cooled, and breathing steadied. The rescuers saw improvement but remained cautious.

Biscuit’s Suffering

A new challenge arose.

Biscuit couldn’t keep food down. She vomited after eating, her body trembling with exhaustion. The worst was watching her try to eat the food she had just lost, too hungry and weak to understand.

Isolating Biscuit

To protect the other dogs, they kept Biscuit in isolation. She needed time to heal and couldn’t risk spreading infection. They set up a quiet space for her to rest.

Biscuit’s condition did not improve. Her infections remained, and rescuers decided to take her to an animal hospital for further care.

Bad News

The vet confirmed Biscuit’s severe skin infection. Mites and fungi had left her inflamed, itchy, and raw. She moved in discomfort but remained silent, trusting them. Healing would take time, but she wouldn’t suffer alone.

The vet examined Biscuit’s infected eye. The damage was severe, and it was unclear if she would regain full vision. The infection left her eye clouded and fragile. They would continue treatment, hoping for the best.

Biscuit’s Recovery Begins

The road to recovery would be uncertain, but they refused to give up on Biscuit. No matter the difficulty, they were determined to give her the care she had been denied. Every small step forward would be a victory.

The vet wiped the discharge from Biscuit’s swollen eyes. Each stroke revealed glimpses of the world she had lived without. As the vet worked, Biscuit blinked, adjusting to the light. It was a small act, but for Biscuit, a step toward healing.

Eye Cleaning Routine

Each day, they wiped Biscuit’s eyes, clearing the discharge clouding her vision. She squinted in discomfort, but the care was necessary. Though the infection lingered, Biscuit remained patient, seeming to understand.

They cleaned Biscuit’s eyes daily, removing discharge to prevent infection. Each touch helped her heal and reassured her she was no longer forgotten.

Medicinal Baths

To aid Biscuit’s digestion, the vet prescribed probiotics.

Weak from infection and malnutrition, she needed support to absorb nutrients.

The probiotics were part of her treatment plan.

A few times a week, Biscuit received a medicated bath.

The warm water soothed her skin as gentle hands washed away dead skin and scabs.

Vet’s Injection

The medicated bath seeped into Biscuit’s sore skin, loosening dead layers and aiding healing.

She sat patiently, as if sensing improvement.

After her bath, the vet gave Biscuit an injection to boost her immune system and fight the infection.

Biscuit’s Healing Journey

Biscuit lay still, her small body at peace.

For the first time in a while, she wasn’t trembling.

Healing wouldn’t come overnight, but she no longer had to fight alone.

They cared for Biscuit daily, cleaning her eyes, applying medication, and ensuring she ate.

They mixed goat milk powder and probiotics into her meals, encouraging each bite.

Visible Improvement

After a week of care, Biscuit’s inflamed skin began to heal, redness faded, and fur regrew on her legs.

Her right eye remained clouded, but her gaze showed hope.

The fear eased, and she seemed to understand she was safe. She was beginning to heal.

The red patches on Biscuit’s skin faded, replaced by healthy flesh.

New fur began to grow on her legs.

A Spark Returns

Though her right eye remained clouded, Biscuit walked with confidence.

Once fearful, her eyes now shone with hope.

She had endured neglect but was no longer just a forgotten dog—she was a survivor.

Biscuit’s eyes, once clouded with fear, now held a spark of hope.

Biscuit the Brave

Biscuit was no longer the trembling dog found in the filthy duck pen.

Her patchy fur had grown back soft.

Fear in her eyes was replaced with trust.

In six weeks, she had become a strong, spirited companion.