I received an urgent call about Fred, a small dog who had been abandoned in a field. He was stuck in the mud, surrounded by dense bushes, and trying desperately to get up. It was incredibly difficult for him to escape the mud, but I went to help him. Fred was small and thin, covered in mud. When he finally got out, he was so happy and ran around me in circles.

However, Fred had likely been struggling for a long time. After being outside for so long, he was hungry and exhausted. He walked only a short distance before needing to rest, his body too tired to go on. I couldn’t understand why someone would leave him in such a desolate place, with hardly anyone passing by. If Fred hadn’t been found, I shuddered to think what might have happened to him.

I decided to take him to a better place where he could receive the care and love he needed. I brought him to the hospital for a general check-up. The doctors treated Fred, trimming his long and dirty fur, which was full of parasites and insects, causing many wounds on his body. He had acute diarrhea and severe dehydration, along with malnutrition. His stomach was inflamed from prolonged hunger.

After the trimming, Fred looked incredibly weak. His body was emaciated from hunger and fatigue. The doctors began giving him medication, hoping to help him stay awake and start healing. His eyes looked incredibly sad, and his skin was also severely inflamed. The doctors decided to shave him further to make his treatment easier.

Fred’s condition was very serious, and his survival chances were only about 30%. Several times, his body temperature dropped suddenly, and his breathing was very weak. His heartbeat was irregular, which made us even more worried. We were truly concerned for him, but despite his suffering, Fred remained incredibly brave. He fought hard to overcome his difficulties.

We prayed for Fred’s recovery. I brought him a bowl of food, but he was too tired to get up. He didn’t want to eat at first, and I could sense how worried I was about his health. I decided to help him eat, offering him small bites. At first, he didn’t open his mouth, but I gently patted him to comfort him. Slowly, Fred began to recognize the smell of food and started chewing on the small pieces. Watching him eat brought me peace, and with every bite, Fred made a tremendous effort.

I encouraged him, saying, “Come on, Fred! You can do it!” He looked at me with hopeful eyes, and I could see the strength in him. Despite the hardships, Fred never gave up, and eventually, he finished the whole bowl of food. I was so happy to see such determination in him.

Two weeks later, Fred was discharged from the hospital. The doctors had been very careful in observing him. Fred had been eating well and receiving the care he needed. He regained his health, began eating normally, and became very happy and active. He loved playing with his new toys, and I bought him many to keep him entertained.

A month later, Fred’s fur grew back beautifully, soft and shiny. He continued to eat well and regularly visited the vet. We lived together happily under a warm roof, and Fred received love from everyone around him. It was such a relief to see Fred healthy and happy after all he had gone through.

Fred had forgotten his painful past and was now living happily. I was always there to support him, and we shared many joyful moments. Fred became an irreplaceable part of my life.