Joly was a stray dog, a ghost haunting the city streets. His fur was matted and dirty, his ribs jutting out painfully. His eyes held a haunting sadness that spoke of countless nights spent alone, hungry and cold.
Joly had lived a hard life. He had been abandoned by his previous owner, left to fend for himself in a world that was harsh and unforgiving. He had learned to survive, but at a great cost. He had lost his trust in humans, his spirit broken by their cruelty.
One day, Joly was wandering the streets when he heard a familiar sound. It was the sound of a van approaching, its doors sliding open. A group of people emerged, carrying cages and leashes. Joly’s heart pounded in his chest. He had seen these people before, rescuing other strays from the streets.
As the rescuers approached, Joly hesitated. He was terrified, but he was also desperate. He had never been touched with kindness, never felt the warmth of a human hand. He longed for love, for a place to call home.
With a trembling step, Joly approached the rescuers. He looked up at them, his eyes filled with hope and fear. The rescuers knelt down and extended their hands. Joly hesitated, his tail tucked between his legs. But then, he took a step closer.
As the rescuers gently stroked his head, Joly began to cry. Tears streamed down his face, a release of the pain and sorrow he had carried for so long. He had finally found someone who cared.
The rescuers picked up Joly and placed him in a cage. As they drove away, Joly looked out the window, his eyes filled with a newfound hope. He knew that his life was about to change. He was going to have a home, a family, and a chance at happiness.
