His tiny body was stiff, every muscle locked in agony. Tetanus had taken away his ability to move, to eat, even to wag his tail. All he could do was lie there, trembling, his young eyes clouded with fear and confusion.
The pain was unbearable, but worse than the pain was the helplessness. A puppy, meant to run and play, was trapped in a body that refused to listen. Alone and defenseless, his chances of survival grew slimmer with every passing hour.
But his story didn’t end in silence. Rescuers found him, and instead of turning away, they fought alongside him. With medicine, care, and gentle hands, they gave him a fighting chance against the disease that had stolen his freedom.
Every small improvement—a swallow of food, a flicker of movement, a sigh of relief—was a miracle. His spirit, though weakened, never gave up. He fought because he wanted to live.
And while the battle against tetanus is long and uncertain, this little warrior has already shown us the strength of hope.