It’s a sad fact that many dogs entering animal shelters are malnourished and underweight. It pains me to see animals struggling to the point where they’re almost too weak to stand.
Some, in spite of their neglect, remain affectionate and trusting towards humans, though others shrink in fear when a rescuer approaches. What the latter have been subjected to sometimes doesn’t bear thinking about.
Personally, I can’t imagine ever wanting to hurt an animal. Furthermore, I simply can’t understand why anyone would take any sort of pleasure in doing so …
That said, I think dogs have a sixth sense when it comes to knowing which people are good and which are not.
Those who work with animals will understand the importance of letting a creature that has been subjected to neglect make the first move. Of course, it’s common to want to pat and play with a dog to show it you mean no harm, but this isn’t always the best way.
Some people just don’t fathom that a dog that has experience of being mistreated might be caught off guard by a complete stranger.
Edie, an abandoned dog of mixed breed, was hours away from being put down. She was terrified of humans and it had been a long, long time since anyone cared for her. Her fur was a mess and she was dangerously malnourished.
It took a true animal lover to give Edie a second chance.
The first part of the video is difficult to watch. Edie is so afraid that she hardly knows what to do with herself. Her whole body shakes as she barks to ward off the man she perceives to be a threat.
Finally, however, the man in the video is able to snare Edie and thus stop her from running away. He can now approach her.
It doesn’t take long after that for a pact of trust to be built. Edie begins to understand that he isn’t there to hurt her, but to help her. You can almost see the moment she realizes that she isn’t going to be put down anymore.
Watch the video below to see Edie’s reaction when she understands that she’s saved:
Let’s take the time to express our gratitude for those who dedicate their lives to helping animals in need.
Without you guys, the world would be a far worse place for our innocent four-legged friends.
Share this video so that more people can see Edie’s incredible transformation.
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My 14-Year-Old Daughter Found a Pacifier in My Husband’s Briefcase — the Shocking Truth Almost Destroyed Me
When Jen’s daughter discovered a mysterious baby’s pacifier hidden in her husband’s briefcase, it unraveled a trail of secrets that led to surprising revelations, ultimately transforming their family in ways they never imagined.
In the quiet corners of our cozy suburban neighborhood, our home always seemed to echo with laughter and love. I’m Jen, a mother and wife, navigating the joys and challenges of family life. My husband, Henry, and our fourteen-year-old daughter, Laura, are always by my side.
Our days flowed like any typical family—school meetings, casual dinners, and weekend outings. But our routine world was shaken last Tuesday when Laura, with a beaming smile, came up to me holding something curious behind her back.
“Mommy, why didn’t you tell me?” she asked innocently.
“Tell you what, sweetie?” I replied, puzzled.
She revealed a baby’s pacifier and exclaimed, “That I’m going to be a big sister!”
Her words stunned me. Since Laura’s birth, more children had become an impossibility for us. The presence of a pacifier in Henry’s briefcase, where Laura had found it earlier that day, churned a storm of confusion and worry inside me.
As the evening quieted down, my mind raced with unanswered questions and fears. I knew I couldn’t just let it go. The next morning, after Henry left for work, I tiptoed into his study. My hands trembled slightly as I placed the pacifier exactly where Laura had found it.
I was determined to uncover the truth behind this unsettling discovery without alarming Henry. Something was amiss, and I needed to find out what it was, not just for my peace of mind but for the sake of our family.
The morning sun had barely risen when I started following Henry’s car from a distance. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination as I watched him drive. Normally, he would head straight to his office downtown. But today, he took a different route. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as his car turned into a less familiar part of town.
After about thirty minutes, Henry pulled into the parking lot of a quaint little coffee shop on the outskirts of our city. It looked like a place hidden away from the usual rush, where secrets could be whispered without fear of being overheard. I parked a few cars away and watched as he stepped out, his movements relaxed and unhurried.
My breath caught when I saw a woman approaching him. She was about my age, with a gentle smile. They greeted each other not like strangers, but with a familiarity that sent a chill down my spine. They hugged—a long, comfortable hug that you’d only share with someone you truly cared about.
I felt a sting of betrayal as I watched them sit down at a table outside the coffee shop. They ordered coffee, laughing and chatting with an ease that made my stomach turn. Who was she? Why had Henry never mentioned her? Every cheerful gesture, every shared laugh seemed to amplify my fears and suspicions.
I couldn’t just sit there and watch any longer. My mind was racing with dark thoughts, and I needed answers. I gathered all my courage, stepped out of my car, and walked towards them. With each step, my heart felt heavier. I dreaded the confrontation that was about to unfold but desperate to uncover the truth behind this mysterious meeting.
As I approached Henry and the woman, my feet felt like they were made of lead, each step heavier than the last. Reaching their table, my voice came out sharper than I intended, fueled by a mix of hurt and suspicion.
“Henry,” I called out, ignoring the woman at first. “What is going on here? Who is she?”
Henry looked up, clearly startled by my sudden appearance. The woman turned towards me, her expression a blend of surprise and concern.
“Jen, this is Emma,” Henry said, his voice calm but serious. “She’s… she’s my sister.”
“Sister?” I echoed, my confusion growing. “What are you talking about? You never mentioned you had a sister!”
Henry sighed, a deep, weary sound that seemed to carry more stories than I could have imagined. “I didn’t know until a few weeks ago,” he explained. “After our father passed away, Emma found some old letters he had written. It turns out he had another family before us, and Emma is my half-sister. She reached out to me, wanting to connect.”
Emma, the woman I had mistaken for a threat, offered me a tentative smile. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble,” she said softly. “I just wanted to know my brother.”
As the initial shock began to fade, we decided to move to a more private corner of the coffee shop. There, Emma shared her story. She told us about being raised by her mother, who had a brief relationship with their father. It was only after he had passed that she discovered letters and other mementos he had left behind, including a baby’s pacifier.
Emma explained that the pacifier was a keepsake from her own infancy. Their father had held onto it. Henry had brought it home, thinking to discuss the possibility of trying for another child with me or perhaps adopting.
Hearing Emma’s story my heart began to soften. I understood the innocence of her intentions and the coincidence of the pacifier. The tension that had built up slowly dissipated. It was replaced by an emerging sense of empathy and curiosity about this new member of our extended family. The day that started with suspicion and dread was turning into a moment of unexpected bonding. It opened the door to new family ties and healing old wounds.
After our conversation at the coffee shop, Henry, Emma, and I decided to continue our discussion in a quieter, more private setting back at our home. As we sat in our living room, the light filtering in through the windows seemed to ease the earlier tension. We talked openly about everything that had transpired, delving into our feelings and the surprising turns our lives had taken.
Henry and I took a moment to reconnect, acknowledging the gap that had formed in our communication. “I should have told you about Emma the moment I found out,” Henry admitted, taking my hand. “I was just trying to figure it all out myself.”
“I understand,” I replied, squeezing his hand back. “But let’s promise to keep no more secrets from each other, no matter what.”
“Agreed,” he nodded, and we both smiled, a weight lifting from our shoulders. We turned to Emma, who had been watching us with a hopeful look. “Welcome to the family,” I told her, and we embraced, sealing our new bond.
A few months later, we gathered to celebrate Emma’s birthday. Our home buzzed with laughter and chatter, a stark contrast to the quiet tension of our first meeting. Laura, who had eagerly taken on her role as a niece, flitted around, helping set up decorations and making sure Emma felt special.
Laura and Emma bonded quickly, laughing and sharing stories. I felt a profound sense of gratitude for the unexpected twists that had brought us closer. Our family had grown not just in numbers but in understanding and love, embracing both the past and the potential for our future together.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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