Fhilcar Faunillani 
The puppy lay curled tight against the gravel, a small shadow on the highway’s edge. His eyes, half-open, held a tired hope that cut through the dusk. He didn’t move when I stepped closer. His fur was matted, thin, clinging to ribs that showed too clearly. A faint tremble ran through him, like he was …
The dog’s ribs pressed against her skin. She lay beside a ditch, her eyes half-closed. Her body was thin, too thin, like a shadow stretched across the dirt. She’d crawled to a stranger’s house, her paws scraping the ground, searching for something—someone—to help. The air smelled of rot, but she stayed, her breath shallow, waiting. …
The Pomeranian’s eyes were wide, trembling under a gnarled oak. She was alone, her white fur matted with dirt. Her small body shook as a breeze stirred the leaves above. She didn’t bark or whimper. She just waited, her gaze fixed on the empty yard. A neighbor had seen her like this for weeks, tethered …
The dog lay still in the sun-scorched yard. Her swollen belly pressed against the dirt, heavy with pain. Jinni, a Golden Retriever, was chained to a rusted post. Her eyes, dull and tired, stared at nothing. A bowl of sour chili scraps sat untouched beside her. The water in her dish was murky, unfit for …
The dog’s eyes caught the morning light. She stood alone, trembling, her pup at her feet. She wasn’t just a stray. She was a mother, carrying a quiet weight of love and fear. Every day, the man saw her on his walk home, her thin frame weaving through the tall grass by the road. He’d …
The rain fell steady, cold against the asphalt. A small puppy shivered in the ditch, curled tight, eyes wide with fear. His fur clung to his tiny frame, soaked through. Every passing car sent him shrinking deeper into the shadows. I stopped, my heart heavy, and knelt beside him. He flinched, expecting harm. I whispered …
Her eyes were soft, like old leather left in the rain. She lay in the yard, alone. The ground was hard, packed dirt under her thin frame. Flies buzzed near her sores. She didn’t flinch. Her skin, cracked and raw, told a story of hunger and neglect. We heard about her from a neighbor, a …
The dog lay in the dirt, his white fur stained and matted. His eyes, soft and pleading, held a quiet sorrow that stopped the rescuers cold. Flies buzzed around him, relentless, drawn to the raw wounds on his body. He snapped weakly, too tired to fight them off. The Samoyed, a breed known for its …
The little white dog lay still on the hot sidewalk. His eyes, half-closed, held a tired hope. The summer sun pressed down, heavy and unyielding. His shallow breaths stirred the dust around him. A passerby noticed, then another, their whispers carrying to a rescue team’s phone. A Gentle Hand Reaches Out The rescuer knelt beside …
The dog lay in the corner of the yard, her golden fur matted and dull. Her eyes, once bright, held only a flicker of trust. The rescuer stood frozen, heart sinking at the sight of her leg—raw, swollen, a wound that whispered neglect. The man who owned her shrugged. “She caused trouble,” he said. His …
The old farm was silent, save for the wind rustling through dry grass. Beike shivered beneath a rusted machine, his white fur matted with dirt. His eyes, once bright with trust, now held only fear. He curled tighter, trying to vanish. A wound on his leg glistened in the dim light. The rescuers knelt nearby, …
The dog lay trembling in the ditch, her belly swollen, her eyes wide with fear. She whimpered softly, ignored by the cars speeding past. Her name was Lenteja, though we didn’t know it then. She was alone, abandoned on the day her pups were due. The road was cold, the night colder. Her cries were …
The mud was cold, clinging to his fur like a heavy memory. His chain rattled, tethering him to a post that offered no comfort. She saw him first from across the yard, a young woman visiting her grandmother’s village. His small form huddled in the neighbor’s yard, a white shadow under the gray sky. The …
The dog lay still on the faded rug. Her eyes watched the door, unblinking, for three long years. Dust settled on the furniture. The house was silent, its walls holding memories of voices now gone. She waited, her small body curled tight, believing they’d return. They always had before. A neighbor passed by each day. …
The dog lay in a shadowed corner, his white fur matted and gone. His eyes, once bright, held only fear. He was alone, forgotten, a life fading into the cracks of a world that had turned away. The man saw him, trembling, and felt his heart catch. This was no place for a soul so …