Booba’s Battle: The Heartbreaking and Hopeful Journey of an Abandoned Dog

When a kind-hearted woman sent us photos of a dog in desperate need, she pleaded for help. The poor creature had been abandoned on the streets, left to fend for himself. His mouth was filled with hundreds of tumors, making every bite a torment. Locals said he looked aggressive and smelled bad. No one dared approach him; instead, they chased him away. He had no friends, no food, and no love—only endless suffering.

Everyone ran from his smell and tumors, but he still wagged his tail, begging someone to help.

When I arrived, I braced myself for the worst. But what I found was not an aggressive animal, but a soul in pain. Despite his agony, he wagged his tail gently, his eyes brimming with sadness, as if begging, “Please help me… I’m hurting… I’m starving.” He was frightened, but not angry. He didn’t trust people, yet he longed for help. As I tried to put a leash on him, he pulled away, but looked back, not wanting to lose his last chance.

I offered him food, but eating was agony—his mouth and tongue so riddled with tumors, every bite hurt. He was little more than skin and bones, unable to eat or fight, just endure. We had no choice but to sedate him and rush him to the hospital. That was the beginning of his second chance.

Thanks to the HelpVet Clinic and Dr. Radu Tudor, Booba received the care he so desperately needed. He began treatment for the papilloma virus, and some tumors were removed for testing. Sadly, the tumors covered his mouth, tongue, throat, and neck. There was no miracle surgery, only time, care, and love. But with hope and kindness, maybe he could be saved.

I named him Booba. For the first time, he was safe, receiving injections and gentle treatment. Slowly, he managed to eat a little, and his tail wagged weakly. He remained painfully thin, but he tried. The biopsy results came after a few days: viral canine papillomatosis—no cancer. It was a relief, but the battle was far from over.

Booba’s healing would require patience and hope. Each day, I fed him by hand, and with every small meal, his strength grew. His body, covered in wounds and thistles, was too fragile for a bath, but he never complained—not even when I gently cleaned his injuries or untangled his matted fur. Through it all, he wagged his tail, a gentle giant with a warrior’s heart.

Despite the pain, Booba showed only kindness. He was calm and sweet, even with other dogs barking around him. Every day, he grew a little stronger. He received his first autovaccine, and we hoped his body would fight back. There were setbacks—bleeding tumors, hours of care—but we loved him all the more.

Booba’s journey is far from over. His healing will take time, patience, and the support of many. But now, he has food, shelter, and love—a world he never knew before. His eyes shine with gratitude, even in pain. He deserves this second chance more than anything.

Please keep Booba in your thoughts. He needs all our love and strength now more than ever. With hope, care, and a little luck, Booba’s story may yet have a happy ending.

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