Fhilcar Faunillani 
The sound lingered in the air, sharp and fragile. It wasn’t a bark, but a plea. A dog’s cry cut through the neighborhood’s stillness, raw and desperate, begging for someone to hear. A Voice in the Silence The noise had haunted the street for days. People heard it, passing by, heads down. Nobody stopped. A …
The old dog lay in the building’s entryway, curled tight against the cold tiles. His eyes, one sunken deep, followed the shoes that stepped over him. Nobody stopped. Nobody saw. Chernysha waited, day after day, for a hand that never came. His fur, matted and heavy, hid a body wasting away. Blood trickled from his …
A Story That Stopped the World In July 2018, off the misty coast of Washington’s San Juan Islands, scientists from the Center for Whale Research noticed something that left them silent. An orca mother, later identified as J35 — known to the world as Tahlequah — had given birth to a calf that survived for …
Her eyes caught the morning light, soft and tired. She lay in the park, belly swollen, waiting. The grass was damp under her. She’d been there for days, maybe weeks. Nobody knew. Her ribs pressed against her skin, sharp under the weight of unborn pups. She’d scrounged for scraps, nosing through litter, but people shooed …
The puppy shivered in the alley, barely a shadow against the damp bricks. Oh saw her first, her tiny frame curled tight, eyes wide with trust despite her hunger. He stopped walking. Something in her gaze held him—a flicker of hope, fragile but unbroken. He knelt, offering his hand, and she inched closer, trembling. A …
The dog stood at the threshold, her golden fur catching the late afternoon light. She didn’t bark or push her way inside, just waited, eyes soft and patient. We called her Dahuang, a name that fit her like the sun fits the fields. She greeted us the moment we arrived, her tail wagging slow and …
The dog’s body trembled as he lapped at the water. His eyes, dull with pain, flickered with faint hope. A woman saw him by the road, his swollen leg dragging, his face scarred with old wounds. She stopped. Her heart ached. She couldn’t walk away. Kneeling, she coaxed him from the traffic’s roar to a …
The dog lay trembling in the dirt, her belly heavy with life. Her eyes searched the empty street for someone who cared. She was alone. The man who once fed her had turned away. His door stayed shut, no matter how she scratched. She was due to give birth any day, and the weight of …
Sometimes, the cruelty of a few reminds us how deeply we need kindness in this world.That truth hit home last week in Newcastle, Australia, when a beloved Rottweiler named Sasha was attacked by a group of teenagers outside a local shopping centre. A Normal Day Turned Into a Nightmare It was just an ordinary Friday …
The puppy lay in the dirt, belly swollen, legs useless. Her soft whimpers echoed through the village. Nobody stopped. Faces turned away, footsteps hurried past. She was small, broken, unseen. But her eyes, wide and pleading, caught the morning light. A little girl knelt beside her. Her small hand hovered, unsure, then touched the puppy’s …
The door slammed shut. Two dogs whimpered, their pleas ignored in the empty yard. Lily, the black one, pressed her nose against the gate. She barked softly, tail wagging, every time a shadow passed. Daisy, her white-furred sister, lay still, her swollen belly heavy with unborn pups. A scribbled note hung on the fence: “Please …
The dog’s eyes followed the car’s red taillights, her paws pounding the cold dirt. She couldn’t catch it, but she ran anyway, her swollen belly swaying. Her name was Afina, though we learned that later. She was a stray, abandoned just before her pups were due. The road was empty now, the dust settling where …
The dogs tugged hard at the leash, their noses low, breath steaming in the cold. I stumbled forward, heart pounding, unsure what they’d found in the snow. Their barks echoed through the quiet forest, sharp and urgent. The winter air bit at my fingers as I followed, boots crunching on the frozen ground. The dogs …
The phone rang softly in the evening. A woman’s voice trembled, asking for help. Her dog, Duke, was hurting. His paw had swollen, each step a heavy burden. She spoke his name like it carried her heart. Duke limped toward us when we arrived. His eyes, warm and brown, held a quiet plea. Pain shadowed …
The sun hung high over the dusty path. A small dog inched forward, his body thin and tired from the long day. The young man pedaled his old bicycle up the slope. He saw the shape ahead, not sure what it was at first. Maybe just some forgotten thing by the roadside. But as he …