I Rescued What I Thought Was a Dirty Puppy — But After Washing It, I Realized It Wasn’t a Dog at All.

of my jacket and shirt. I could feel its tiny heart beating rapidly, a frantic drumbeat of life fighting to continue. I talked to it the whole way, nonsense really, just a steady stream of reassurance. “You’re going to be okay. We’re almost there. Just hold on. You’re safe now.” Whether the words were for the creature or for myself, I wasn’t sure.

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