She was knocking doors for help, couldn’t breath or bark as a rope severely imbedded into her neck
It began with an image—one so small, so quietly heartbreaking, that it stopped people in their tracks. A little dog, no larger than a child’s embrace, stood trembling on a lonely street. Her name would later be known as Mika. Her face was painfully swollen, her body fragile and thin like a bare winter branch….