I never thought I would find myself in this situation. As I lay huddled in the corner of the abandoned house, my newborn puppies curled up beside me, I can’t help but feel both a sense of overwhelming love and deep sorrow. This place—cold, damp, and filled with decay—was never meant to be a home. Yet, it’s the only place we have, and all I can do is hope it will be enough to keep my babies safe.
I gave birth to my puppies just a few days ago. It was an exhausting, painful experience, but when I finally saw their tiny faces, their eyes closed tight as they tried to nurse, all the pain seemed worth it. Their warmth and the sound of their soft breaths made everything else fade away. I was their mother, and I would do anything to protect them.
But as I look at them now, my heart aches. This old, rotting house that we’ve taken shelter in doesn’t provide the comfort I wish I could give them. The walls are cracked, and the roof leaks, letting in the rain and the cold. I try to keep my babies warm, curling my body around them as best as I can, but I can feel them shivering. They are so small, so fragile. I can endure hardship, but my children cannot. They need more than what I can offer here.
Every day, I search for food, but it’s difficult to find enough to feed myself, let alone my puppies. Sometimes, I find scraps—old, discarded pieces of food from the trash—but it’s never enough. And the rain, always coming and going, only makes everything harder. My fur is damp, and I can tell that my puppies are struggling to stay dry.
I look at them with worry. Their little bodies need so much care, so much warmth. How long can they survive in these conditions? They deserve better than this. They deserve a home. They deserve love and care.
I can’t stop thinking about that—how much I want to give them a place where they can run and play, where they can grow strong and healthy. A place with warmth, where I don’t have to worry about the rain soaking us or the cold making them sick. I dream of a home where they can be safe, where they can feel the love they so desperately need. A home where they can feel the warmth of a loving family, a place where they can thrive.
But for now, all I can do is hold them close and protect them with every ounce of my being. I know that the world can be cruel, and that we are vulnerable out here, but I will never stop fighting for them. I will keep searching for food. I will keep trying to keep them warm and safe. I will endure whatever hardship comes my way, because they are my children, and they need me.
If only someone could see us. If only someone could hear my silent plea for help. I would do anything to give my babies the life they deserve, a life full of warmth, care, and love. A life far from this abandoned house, this cold and lonely place.
I hope one day, someone will find us—someone who will offer us the home and the love that we need. Until then, I will stay here, with my little ones, holding onto hope. Because, as their mother, it’s my job to protect them, no matter how difficult it may be. And I will never stop loving them.
