They found him in a cold corner, trembling, with big, watery eyes, as if silently asking whether the world still had a place for him. He was just a puppy , thin, dirty, frightened.
When gentle hands lifted him out of that harsh, filthy basement, he didn’t struggle. He simply clung on, with the last shred of trust he still had. And in that moment, we knew: this puppy was not just a body saved… he was a soul saved. And so his name became Soul.
At Speranța, Soul began to learn again how to wag his tail. He began to learn to enjoy the sun, to come close to people again, thinking that maybe, this time, people are kind. Slowly, with small steps, he discovered that there are touches that don’t hurt, voices that don’t shout, people that don’t strike.
Soul doesn’t know he was close to death. He doesn’t know how much harm was wished upon him. He only knows the present: the hand that pets him, the bowl that is no longer empty, the people who call his name with love.
That is why his name is Suflet (Soul). Because although the world tried to break his body, it could never touch his spirit. And now, that spirit warms everyone who looks at him.