My name is Scooby.
I think I’m eight… maybe nine.
For as long as I can remember, life has been nothing but pain. I was beaten, starved, and forgotten — surviving on scraps and fear. Every day felt like a punishment I didn’t deserve.
I lived beside my brother and sister, my only family in a world that had no mercy. One morning, they were gone — their tiny bodies lay still beside our home, surrounded by garbage, flies, and silence. I stayed with them for days, too afraid to leave, too broken to understand why I was the one still breathing.
Then… someone came.
A kind soul — a woman with tears in her eyes and love in her hands. She lifted me out of that nightmare and whispered, “You’re safe now.”
When she found me, I was skin and bone — covered in parasites, my fur almost gone, my spirit fading. But she didn’t turn away. She fed me, cared for me, loved me back to life.
Today, I weigh 8 kilograms.
I’m healing — slowly, but surely. I’m learning what it means to be loved. I have a home now. A name. A heartbeat that isn’t afraid anymore.
To all the forgotten souls still trapped in that same darkness — I pray your miracle comes soon.
Because if I can find love after all this… maybe there’s hope for everyone. ❤️🐾
Would you like me to make a short viral caption for Facebook/Instagram too (about 2–3 lines, perfect to post with a photo of Scooby)?
