Two compassionate women passing by a trash can were alarmed by the desperate cries of a dog. Digging through the refuse, they discovered a sickly dog, cruelly abandoned in a sealed garbage bag.

They quickly realized the dire state of the dog, later naming it Eleven, and took it to a veterinary hospital.

From the start, Eleven demonstrated a strong will to survive, cooperating with medical examinations despite its severe condition

The veterinarian confirmed Eleven was critically ill and needed immediate hospitalization. Understanding it was being helped, Eleven remained calm and compliant during the treatments.

The following day, the women returned to find Eleven’s condition still grave, evidenced by vomit by its side. Despite its frailty, Eleven mustered the strength to greet its rescuers.

That evening, the women were heartbroken to see blood and vomit in the hospital cage—a sign of Eleven’s ongoing struggle with internal parasites.

The situation remained serious, and by the third day, Eleven’s respiratory and digestive systems were severely compromised. Consequently, it was moved to another facility for more intensive care.

The doctors ran tests for canine distemper, which thankfully returned negative, though Eleven had a persistent fever.

On the fourth day, Eleven showed slight improvement; there was no more bloody stool, but nasal discharge persisted. It mostly lay still, with glazed eyes that would occasionally shyly meet those of the women.

Sadly, by evening, Eleven experienced another episode of bloody stool, its system still riddled with parasites.

The fifth day saw a decline in Eleven’s mental state along with worsening lung infection, vomiting, and diarrhea. Despite frequent vomiting, there was no bloody stool, but unusual nasal-like discharge instead.

On day six, Eleven remained in stable but poor condition, too anemic for a blood draw. That night, its health suddenly worsened, leaving it unable to walk.

Eleven’s condition fluctuated through the seventh to the eighth day, unable to eat or drink without assistance. The doctors issued critical condition alerts, yet Eleven endured.

It only grew weaker,  breathing. On the ninth day, Eleven underwent a blood transfusion. By late afternoon, its strength waned one final time.

At 5:06 p.m., Eleven took its last breath. For Eleven, death was a release from its suffering—a noble companion now at peace.