This dog waited for her owner for a month. Her sleeping area was just an old outdoor sofa. One day, she brought me the only piece of bread she had and looked at me as if asking, “Do you want to eat?” I cried, confused by her actions. We immediately took her to the vet. Initially, she refused to leave that couch, wanting to wait for her owner to return. She cried and tried to run away at first, but then she realized we were trying to help her.

A month outdoors had made her body weak. Her fur was matted, and she had mange. Why didn’t anyone help her that month? She was taken for a shower and underwent tests. She was suffering from anemia and severe dehydration. Her gums were pale, and she was missing teeth, clearly showing her poor health. But that wasn’t the worst. Under her stomach were giant tumors. The doctor said she had given birth many times, and this constant breeding caused the tumors. We realized her owners had abandoned her after exploiting her for profit.

Despite everything, she had waited faithfully in vain. This dog, only eight years old, had endured so much. How many puppies had she had to say goodbye to? We committed to helping her, and the doctors provided the best treatment possible. It was heartbreaking to hear her cries. She spent all afternoon curled up in a corner, longing for her past life. I couldn’t hold back my tears, knowing this loyal dog missed her previous owners.

We prepared her for surgery, worried it might be cancer. The chemotherapy sessions were too much for her, so all we could do was pray. She seemed to sense what was about to happen, breathing rapidly in anxiety. The two-hour surgery was successful, and doctors sent a sample for biopsy. It would take a long time for her to recover. She was in so much pain she could barely stand, spending most of the day lying down.

After five days of good care, her mood began to improve. She was slowly recovering, much to our joy, and was happy to see me every time I visited. After one week, the results were positive: the incision was healing well, the pain had disappeared, and, most importantly, she did not have cancer—the tumor was benign.

It was time to say goodbye to everyone at the clinic, who had grown fond of her. Recovery for an older dog with a weak immune system would take time, but we were committed to caring for her. Then, we received wonderful news: a kind woman contacted us to adopt her. I was surprised by her decision. She named the dog Gizmo, promising a bright future.