The old Irish legend states that there's a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. There was a rainbow in the sky the day Fabienne found Rudolfo. He didn't have a name, back then, at the beginning of May. He was scared, skinny, weak and wasted, living on the streets if you could call it living, close to giving up. Children threw stones at him, people kicked him aside. Nobody wanted a sick dog. When the car bore down on him he hardly cared it it hit him or not. Perhaps it would be a good thing, the end to this terrible suffering.
The car missed him. We found him. But he wouldn't come, despite the food that Fabienne and the voluneers offered. Despite the kind words. He wanted to trust but how could he, after what he knew of humans? A few days passed. We didn't give up on him. But he did, in a way. He surrendered to us. Perhaps we'd treat him well, perhaps not. By now he was too weak to care.
Rudolfo in May - skinny, scared, ready to give up
Rudolfo led his friend to us too - now they can both look forward to a better life
Now a month later and he is quietly improving. His life has meaning again. He's not there yet, but he's allowing himself to be pampered. He's enjoying the attention. He even has his own sunhat, which he wears happily - a far cry from the terrified dog who wouldn't allow us to approach just a month ago.
Look at my lovely hat ...Rudolfo in June
Rudolfo enjoying the attention - and hoping for a golden basket
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