A Stray Puppy’s Quiet Fight for Love and Healing on an Easter Morning
Her eyes were dull, like forgotten coins in the dust. She lay there, trembling, on Easter Sunday. The street hummed with footsteps. Families in bright dresses, children clutching baskets, passed by. Nobody stopped. Aurora was a shadow, a scrap of life curled against a crumbling wall. Her tiny body, barely a skeleton, was patched with …