I found a puppy and named her FOG.
Actually, there were 2 puppies: 9 months apart and both on Marian Feasts. The first one was on September 8, 2023, the Feast of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary. This puppy, just days-old, was dumped on our farm. She had not opened her eyes yet, bloody and fighting for her life. I immediately rushed her to a clinic back in the city, but unfortunately, she died four days later. I brought her back to the farm, buried it at the entrance where she was found, and planted a tree beside her, to continue the growth of a life short-lived.
Fast forward to June 2024, a day after the Feast of the Visitation of Mary. While doing routine at the farm, I saw another puppy standing at the gate like an unwelcomed visitor pleading for attention. She was so thin, stripped off of fur, her exposed skin was like a canvas painted with all the traumatic experiences she went through. She was wagging her tail but retreated in my approach. Driven by hunger, her eyes desperately followed my every move. I gave her food at her distance tolerance. A day after, when I went back the place to do some works. The dog appeared again. I believed it stayed there the whole time, so I fed her once more. This routine proceeded days after. The sound of my vehicle arriving ignited her excitement and she runs to her regular spots and waits for me (picture on the left). This cycle went on. With her little howl, she cries when I leave the place but stays in the area until I come back. When she was tamed enough, I brought her to a different veterinary clinic for a check-up, where she was discovered to have suffered the effects of serious malnourishment. She was treated until fit for the vaccines.
Yesterday was her last shot of the vaccine (picture on the right), and as I closed the Patient’s Card I saw the name I gave to a once pitiful puppy, “FOG” , for she reminds me of a woman Full Of Grace

C.A.S. 10-13-2024