We found her early in the morning, tied with a rope so short she couldn’t even lie down. Her eyes said everything—I’ll never forget that look. I couldn’t hold back my tears.
Next to her was a trash bag. That’s where they had left her food—like garbage. She was skin and bones, barely holding on.
We rushed her to the vet. The clinic was silent as the tests came in. She was severely malnourished, her red blood cell count dangerously low. She had parasites, yeast infections—and then the hardest news: early-stage TVT, a malignant cancer.
Despite everything, she began to recover. Her weight improved, her blood levels rose, and slowly, she started to feel joy again. Being close to someone who cares made all the difference.
Thankfully, we caught the cancer early. The medication is working well, and now there is real hope for Lisa—a future full of health, love, and healing.