His small body trembled under the weight of festering wounds, each one a cruel reminder of the suffering he was forced to endure. The infection gnawed at him, weakening his tiny frame. With each step, he staggered, his legs barely able to carry him forward. Hunger clawed at his belly, loneliness crushed his spirit, and the terror of the unknown haunted every breath he took.
“I’m in so much pain… I’m so scared… please help me.” If his fragile voice could speak, these would be the words it whispered to the world. And yet, beneath the layers of suffering, a flicker of hope remained. Despite the unbearable agony, he clung to life with every ounce of strength his little heart could summon.
Then came the miracle. Rescuers appeared—humans with gentle hands and eyes filled with compassion. They did not see just a wounded calf, they saw a soul desperate to live. Tenderly, they tended to his wounds, coating them with healing balm. They brought food, warmth, and soft whispers of reassurance, as if to replace the lullabies once sung by his mother.
