Bitten By Her Mother Dog, She Still Nuzzled Against The Very Back That Had Hurt Her

Her mother, overwhelmed by the demands of her new litter, became aggressive, lashing out in frustration. Tote, innocent and fragile, found herself at the mercy of her mother’s sharp teeth.

Yet, despite the pain, Tote clung to her mother, her little head nuzzling against the very back that had hurt her. In her innocence, she still believed her mother would protect her.

When I found Tote, her wounds were severe, but it was her broken heart that struck me the most.
The look in her eyes was one of desperate hope mixed with confusion.
I knew I had to act quickly.

I gently separated her from her mother and rushed her to the vet.
The wound had become infected, and the vet worked quickly to clean it and bandage her up.
Tote was safe, but the journey to healing had just begun.

Day 2: Tote was very weak.
She could barely move, and the pain was clearly too much for her small body to bear.
She couldn’t eat on her own, but she tried.
It was heartbreaking to watch her struggle, yet her spirit remained unbroken.
Her eyes, though tired, still held that same sweetness.

Day 5: Every day, the vet carefully tended to her wounds, applying fresh bandages and giving her antibiotics.
Tote remained calm throughout it all, never once showing fear.
She was so small and fragile, yet there was a quiet strength in her.
Even in pain, she would nuzzle against my hand, seeking comfort and giving it in return.

Day 6: Tote had a warm, soft bed to rest in, and for the first time in days, she slept soundly.
Watching her curled up, finally at peace, gave me hope.
I knew she was beginning to heal, both in body and in spirit.

Day 10: The progress was slow but steady.
Tote was more alert, her eyes brighter, and she ate with more enthusiasm.
She had developed a habit of kissing my hand after every meal, a gesture that melted my heart.

Day 15: Playing with Tote became the highlight of my day.
She was mischievous, playful, and incredibly sweet.
Her wagging tail and joyful barks filled the house with life.

Day 21: After more than three weeks of care, Tote was a different dog.
She was confident, running around the house with boundless energy, her tail wagging non-stop.
She had even started to interact with other dogs, always attentive and sweet.
Tote’s transformation was nothing short of miraculous.

Day 27: Tote had fully recovered, both physically and emotionally.
She was charming, playful, and loved by everyone who met her.

Day 200: She had been adopted by a kind man who instantly fell in love with her.
I knew she was going to a home where she would be cherished and loved.

Day 230: I visited Tote a month after her adoption.
She was thriving in her new home, surrounded by warmth and love.
Her new family adored her, and it was clear that Tote was truly happy.
Tote had finally found the happiness she deserved.
Congratulations, little Tote—you are a true survivor, and you deserve all the happiness in the world.