A Starving Dog’s Quiet Triumph: Bucky’s Journey to a Loving Home
The cage was cold, its bars rusted. Bucky lay there, barely breathing, his eyes half-closed. His ribs pressed against thin fur. Hunger gnawed him, day after day, until he forgot fullness. The subtitles said he got broth and stale bread. That was all. His world was a small, dim square, and he was too weak …