**From Desperation to Hope: The Remarkable Rescue of a Stray Dog**

It all began when someone contacted us about a stray dog in a distant village who desperately needed help. The video we received showed a heartbreaking sight: a tiny body with a severely swollen, round face, looking painfully disproportionate. Without hesitation, we set off on a long drive, hoping we could reach him in time, especially with the cold and rain making things even more difficult.

The village was divided into eight small teams, and all we knew was that the dog was somewhere within its bounds. We drove in circles, feeling lost and helpless until we finally sought directions from the local service center. With new information, we pressed on, and soon met a villager who, to our relief, recognized the little dog from our video. He offered to help and even called a friend to join the search.

We followed them through the winding village streets, visiting every place stray dogs might hide. Each time we hoped to spot him, but disappointment followed. Just as we were about to give up and return the next day, we finally found him—huddled in a corner by a roadside house, scratching his neck in obvious discomfort. As we approached, he bolted away, but after a long search, we found him again on a slope, his head grotesquely swollen.

Too weak to run any further, he lay down quietly as we neared. We discovered a rope embedded deep into his neck, a wound so severe it left us speechless. It was clear the rope had been tied around him when he was much smaller, slowly cutting deeper as he grew. We rushed him to the nearest pet hospital, praying for his recovery.

At the hospital, the little dog was terrified but cooperative. After being anesthetized, the vet removed the rope and treated the horrific wound. The doctor confirmed our fears: the rope had likely been with him since he was a puppy. All we could do was hope he would heal quickly.

Over the next ten days, the swelling in his face began to subside, though he remained timid and fearful. He would sit quietly by our side, but even a gentle touch made him flinch. We knew that with time and patience, he would regain his confidence.

By the twenty-third day, the swelling had gone down so much that he looked quite handsome. He started to sense our kindness, and on the thirty-first day, he made a breakthrough—approaching us for food, a small but meaningful sign of trust. His external wounds had healed, but we knew his emotional scars would take longer.

Back at home, he was shy and preferred to stay in his bed, but the other dogs in the house were eager to play with him. Gradually, he began to eat well, play, and even get into a bit of mischief with his new friends. Day by day, he overcame his inner fears and started to enjoy life again.

On the thirty-third day, we took him for a follow-up at the hospital. He was nervous and hid in the corner, but the test results were excellent—he had recovered remarkably well. By the thirty-fifth day, he was playful and happy, though his legs sometimes twitched and needed occasional injections—a minor issue compared to what he had endured.

Seeing him thrive now, full of energy and joy, is more than enough for us. His journey from pain and fear to trust and happiness is a testament to resilience and kindness. Thank you for following his story—please don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe to support more rescues like his.