One scorching day, as I strolled through my neighborhood, I was drawn to the sound of urgent cries for help. Following the distress calls, I discovered a tiny, furry puppy struggling on the unyielding its eyes reflecting both pain and despair.

Determined to assist, I gathered whatever tools were at hand, but the task proved daunting. The asphalt was unforgiving, and any attempts to break it risked injuring the helpless pup.

Undeterred, I reached out to local fire and police departments, but as time ticked away without a response, I turned to social media. I posted videos and pictures, appealing to the online community for assistance.

Hours slipped by, filled with camaraderie and relentless dedication, before the were finally rescued. However, one tiny pup was so embedded in the asphalt that traditional methods could have harmed her skin.

Rescuers had to painstakingly cut and lift substantial pieces of stone and tar, transporting her to the hospital where Animal Aid staff and volunteers awaited.

There they spent hours patiently softening the tar with cooking oil and gently peeling it away bit by bit.

Throughout the ordeal, the puppies wore expressions of utter helplessness. By the time the tar was finally removed, they were completely spent.

Yet it was incredibly heartening to witness their joy as they played energetically after a restful sleep, snug and warm beside their mother.