February 5, 2022

This boy had a deep and huge wound filled with maggots.

He had hidden himself away, giving up, waiting to die in a little alcove he’d found in a construction site. Yet when our rescue team came near, his tail, ever so gently, wagged. And wagged again: a light thump. Then, another light thump. His eyes radiated a kindness that would never dim throughout 6 weeks of wound cleanings and fresh bandaging.

He brought sunshine to every person he met, every moment, at death’s door when we admitted him, but never too ill to give love. We had to name him what he so thoroughly is: Angel. In its purest form.