Juli had no memory of a home, of warmth, or of love. The world was a harsh mistress, a concrete jungle where survival was the only law. Two years of scavenging for scraps, finding shelter in abandoned buildings, and enduring the biting cold had turned the once playful puppy into a wary survivor.

Then, one day, everything changed. A kind-hearted woman, Sarah, saw something in Juli’s tired eyes. Perhaps it was the resilience, the silent plea for a second chance. Whatever it was, she decided to take her home.

The transition was difficult. The warmth of Sarah’s home was a stark contrast to the cold, unforgiving streets. The soft bed, the regular meals, and the gentle touch of human kindness were all new experiences. But gradually, the fear and mistrust began to fade, replaced by a sense of belonging.