One afternoon, while playing near my home, a large dog suddenly appeared and attacked before I could react. His bite hit my head, and everything exploded into pain. I remember my vision shaking and my owner screaming my name, then everything faded into darkness.
They rushed me to the vet, where doctors said the injury was severe. I was taken into emergency surgery that lasted hours. The vets worked carefully to repair the damage, doing everything they could to save me. My family waited outside, praying with hearts full of fear and hope.
Now I’m lying here, still asleep, my body fighting quietly. No one knows when I’ll wake—or if I will—but my little heart keeps beating with stubborn strength. I may be small, but I still have love to give and a life left to live.
So I ask for one thing: a sincere prayer. Maybe yours will guide me home again.
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