One hot summer day, I walked around the small neighborhood near my house. As I walked through a small alley, a strange animal’s cry for help began to ring out. I couldn’t ignore it, and continued to follow that cry. As I got closer, the cry became clearer, and I realized it was the cry of a dog.
The small dog had dirty gray fur full of dust, and his skin was cracked and bleeding. Looking at the weak eyes and the feeling of helplessness on its face, I felt moved and wanted to help.
I gently touched its cracked flesh, feeling the pain and despair the dog was going through. Having no other choice, I decided to take the dog to the nearest veterinary hospital. All the way to the hospital, I kept resting, hugging the dog and saying the most comforting words I could.
When we arrived at the veterinary hospital, the medical team was ready to welcome the dog and begin treatment immediately. I stayed by his side until the dog was thoroughly cared for and stabilized.
Day by day, the dog’s condition gradually improved. The cracked skin gradually heals, and the dog becomes more active. The feeling of happiness and gratitude overwhelmed me when I saw the dog had overcome his darkest days.
After the dog fully recovered, I decided to bring him home and name him Lucky, because I felt that the dog was lucky to meet me, and I was also lucky to have the opportunity to help him.
From this experience, I learned that love and kindness are the most important things in life. Even though it’s just a small act, helping an unfortunate creature can change their whole life.
