Just as I was in the middle of a deep slumber, my phone started buzzing loudly, abruptly waking me up. Disoriented and bleary-eyed, I fumbled for my phone, trying to check the time. To my surprise, it was already 5 AM, leaving me puzzled why anyone would be calling me at such an ungodly hour. Despite my confusion, I answered the call, and it was Maria, sounding anxious and distressed. Her voice quivered as she spoke, informing me that she had stumbled upon a bag full of puppies near the forest’s perimeter. The sound of whimpering dogs echoed in the background, making my heart sink.
She begged me for assistance, saying that she was at a loss for what to do. I sprang into action, throwing on some clothes and making my way to the edge of the wooded area where Maria had been waiting. Upon arrival, my heart sank at the sight before me. A bag lay in front of us, containing three small canines, but only one survived. The surviving pup was small and frail with matted fur and sustained injuries. Picking her up, I held her close to my chest, feeling her heart racing against mine.
After naming the little dog Evochka, Maria and I didn’t waste any time taking her to the nearest veterinary clinic. The veterinarian on duty assessed her injuries and promptly commenced treatment. Evochka’s condition was critical, as she had a high fever, dehydration, wet hair, cracked skin, and refused food and water. The vet warned us that if we hadn’t acted fast, Evochka might not have made it through the night, like her two brothers. The thought of what could have happened had Maria not found her and contacted me was too distressing to contemplate.
As I observed Evochka undergo her medical treatment, my heart couldn’t help but feel heavy. Despite being small and delicate, she had already faced a tremendous amount of agony and hardship at such a young age. At that moment, I realized that I couldn’t bear the thought of her passing away.
Evochka’s condition was severe, and she had endured numerous critical incidents. She required a continuous supply of fluids and oxygen to sustain her. Her body was swollen and writhing in pain, and her temperature had drastically plummeted. Her wounds were severely infected, and her white blood cell count had risen significantly. Urgent blood transfusions were necessary, and powerful antibiotics needed to be administered regularly to her frail body.
Over the next few days, I remained by Evochka’s side, keeping a watchful eye on her and hoping that she would recover. The veterinarian utilized all possible means to save her life, but ultimately it was up to her to battle through. Despite the gravity of her condition, I refused to give up on her and maintained a positive and optimistic outlook. Through perseverance, faith, and optimism, we eventually received some good news. Evochka took her first steps back into life and began to restore her physical health. While she still struggled to eat and drink on her own, she slowly regained her consciousness.
Evochka’s condition was improving with the help of her doctor’s care and support. My efforts were focused on ensuring a brighter future for her. Thankfully, we were constantly receiving positive news. Evochka was slowly able to consume liquid food and drink water through a syringe. She was maintaining all her bodily functions, including urination, which brought me immense joy. However, it was crucial to monitor the amount of glucose she was absorbing, and every procedure caused her pain. Therefore, under the doctor’s guidance, she had to lay on a heating pad.
witness to her progress and felt grateful for the opportunity to have played a part in her recovery. With each passing day, Evochka’s vitality and spirit shone brighter, making it clear that she was destined for great things. Seeing her grow and thrive was a joyous experience, and I couldn’t help but feel proud of her accomplishments. It was clear that Evochka had emerged victorious from her battle, and her future was full of endless possibilities.
