
Left to fade away in the cold… Until I found him—Zippo, a soul still fighting to live.
On a bustling street, I found Zippo — a fragile little dog barely clinging to life. His small body was exhausted, his front legs too weak to move him. He lay curled on a torn mattress in freezing 1°C weather, hungry and trembling. Moved by his suffering, I offered him a piece of bread. Zippo…