Hi… my name is Shadow.
At least, that’s what they call me now.
For a long time, I didn’t have a name. I didn’t have anything — no food, no bed, no voice that called for me. I lived in an old, empty building. The walls were cold, the floors were wet, and every sound made me flinch.
Days passed. Then weeks. I stopped counting. My legs grew weak, my ribs started to show, and every step felt heavier. I tried to be strong, but I was so hungry… so tired.
Still, I waited. I waited for someone to come.
Someone who would see me — not just a stray, not just a shadow, but a life that still mattered.
One day, I heard footsteps. A human stopped. They looked at me — really looked — and for the first time in forever, I felt seen. I tried to stand, but my legs shook too much. Still, I wagged my tail. That’s all I could do.
They lifted me gently, wrapped me in warmth, and whispered, “You’re safe now.”
And in that moment, I believed them.
Now, I’m fighting to get stronger. I’m still thin and weak, but I have food, medicine, and something even more precious — hope.
But I can’t do this alone. My rescuers are helping me, but my care and recovery will take time, love, and support.
💛 Will you be part of my second chance?
Even the smallest donation can give me food, warmth, and the care I need to live again.
Because I’m not just a shadow anymore.
I’m Shadow — and I’m learning what love feels like.