Meet Blue and Rusty. Two tiny souls abandoned in a desolate field, trembling and huddled together for days, trying to survive the unknown. They had no idea what they’d done to deserve the fear, the hunger, the loneliness.
I found them sheltering inside a broken crate, soaked and silent. Their eyes spoke louder than words—confused, frightened, desperate. And now, here they are, side by side in my car, still unsure, still tense. But what they don’t know yet is that we’re on our way home.
Home means safety. A warm bed. A backyard full of sunshine. Siblings to play with. Food. Water. Kindness. And love. They still carry fear in their eyes, but that’s okay. That fear will fade. Because this time, they’re safe. This time, they’re home.
