The little, innocent puppy lay on the cold snow, his body shaking with pain and dread. Lunka was only a year old, and he had no understanding why he had been exposed to such violence.
He lay there, crying and absolutely unable to move, his little body covered in bruises and wounds. Maggots had begun to appear, eating his frail and dead body.
They picked him up into their arms, covered him in an old cloak, and prayed to God to save his life. They implored Lunka to hold on just a little longer, to bear the pain till daybreak. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months.
Lunka experienced a long period of therapy, and he fought valiantly to recover. But despite the excruciating hardship and pain, he never gave up.
Finally, after 150 long days, Lunka was able to run and hop on his own two feet.
He had surmounted the odds, and he had demonstrated that with a little love and care, \seven the smallest and weakest of creatures can rise above their surroundings.
He was a survivor, and he would never forget the generosity and compassion that had saved his life.