The dog was abandoned by the owner until hungry, exhausted, slipped into the ditch by the roadside after the rain


Costelinha huddled close to me, his small body trembling from both the cold rain and his own exhaustion. As I gazed at the small animal lying in the ditch, my heart sank. It was evident that he had endured some form of hardship, his frail body bearing the scars of numerous wounds. How could I possibly leave him here, exposed to the elements and in desperate need of care?

Without hesitation, I scooped Costelinha into my arms, cradling him gently against my chest. His presence sent waves of warmth coursing through me, fueling my determination to help him. Raindrops cascaded down upon us, blurring the surroundings, but my focus remained unwavering. I knew that I had to provide him with immediate shelter, nourishment, and medical attention.

Shielding him from the rain as best as I could, I made my way back to my vehicle, seeking refuge from the elements. Once inside, I carefully placed Costelinha on a soft blanket, watching as his shivering gradually subsided. It was clear that he had been deprived of food for some time, his frail body begging for nourishment. I rummaged through my supplies and found a small bowl, filling it with warm water and some scraps of food I had brought along.

As Costelinha devoured the modest meal, his hunger slowly abating, I couldn’t help but marvel at his resilience. Despite his injuries and the harsh conditions he had endured, he showed a remarkable spirit, fighting to survive. It was a testament to the indomitable will that exists within every living being.

Once he had finished eating, I wrapped him snugly in a towel, ensuring he was warm and comfortable. Carefully, I examined his wounds, knowing that professional medical care would be essential for his recovery. With a heavy heart, I made the decision to take him to a nearby animal shelter, where trained professionals could provide the care and attention he desperately needed.

Leaving the shelter, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions—relief that Costelinha was in capable hands, but also a lingering worry for his well-being. I vowed to stay updated on his progress, to provide any support I could, and perhaps even consider providing him a permanent home if the circumstances aligned.

In that moment, as the rain continued to fall outside, I knew that I had made the right choice. Saving Costelinha had not only offered him a chance at a better life but had also awakened a sense of compassion and responsibility within me. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, a small act of kindness could bring light and hope to the world.