The first time I saw the dog, its thin body was covered in sores, scratching in agony. Its sparse fur and weary eyes told a story of neglect, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it had been abandoned.

Though hesitant, I offered it food and water, which it devoured instantly. Initially, I planned to leave, but as night fell, I couldn’t shake the thought of it suffering alone.

 

 

That’s when I made the decision to bring it home.

Sneaking a stray past apartment security wasn’t easy, but once inside, the dog seemed to sense it had found safety. It followed me closely, eager for affection.

Driven by a deep sense of responsibility and compassion, I took the first step toward helping by ordering the necessary medication for its troubling skin condition. I knew the path to recovery would be long and challenging, but I was fully prepared to provide the care, patience, and dedication it needed every step of the way.

The following day, I gently tended to its painful sores, doing my best to ease its discomfort with every careful touch. Despite the obvious pain, the dog stayed remarkably calm, as if sensing that my intentions were kind—that I was there to help, not to hurt.

Over time, I discovered scars from ticks and lice bites—evidence of a tough life. Yet, it never resisted, enduring each treatment with quiet bravery.

As the days passed, something incredible happened. The dog began to trust me. It wagged its tail at my touch, stayed by my side during walks, and responded when I called.

 

Wanting to give it a name that meant something, I settled on “September,” inspired by a friend’s suggestion and the month I found it.

With patience and care, September’s health improved. Its wounds healed, patches of fur began to grow, and it even showed signs of previous training—walking to the grass field on its own.

The transformation was slow but remarkable.

Two months later, September was almost unrecognizable. Its coat had thickened, its energy had returned, and its eyes no longer held sadness.

Although my stay in Zhejiang is only temporary and I may eventually have to leave, my commitment to September’s well-being remains unwavering. I am determined to do everything in my power to ensure that she finds a safe, loving, and permanent home where she will be cherished and cared for long after I’m gone.

Rescuing September has been an unforgettable experience. Saving one dog might not change the world, but for September, it changed everything.

Watching it heal, trust, and find happiness has been a reminder that small acts of kindness can have a life-changing impact.

For now, I will continue to care for September, ensuring its future is one filled with love and security.