The first time anyone saw him, he was hiding behind a pile of broken bricks near an old, abandoned market. His face was barely recognizable—raw, torn, and covered in dried blood and dirt. No one knew exactly what had happened, but the pain and fear in his eyes told a story that words couldn’t. This dog, later named Lucky, had clearly endured something horrific. And it would take five long, painful, hopeful months to heal his wounded face—and his wounded heart.
It started with a call to a local animal rescue organization. A concerned shopkeeper had noticed the injured dog crouched near the rubble, flinching every time someone came close. His face looked as though it had been burned or perhaps caught in a trap. Whatever the cause, it was clear: he needed help fast.
The rescue team arrived carefully, approaching slowly with soft voices and a blanket. Lucky tried to back away, but he was too weak. His eyes darted around in panic until finally, exhausted, he lay still. As they wrapped him gently and carried him to their van, the team members could see the full extent of his wounds. The left side of his face was deeply lacerated, parts of the skin were gone, and an infection had already started to spread.
At the animal clinic, veterinarians worked around the clock to stabilize him. They cleaned his wounds, gave him antibiotics, and carefully shaved the fur around his injuries. X-rays revealed damage to his cheekbone, but thankfully his jaw was intact. The vets couldn’t tell if he had been attacked, hit by a vehicle, or caught in a snare. All they knew was that the injuries were severe and healing would take time—possibly months.
They named him Lucky, not out of irony, but in hope. Despite everything, he was still alive. And now, he was no longer alone.
The first few weeks were tough. Lucky refused to eat. He avoided eye contact and growled softly whenever anyone came near. The trauma had not just damaged his body—it had broken his trust in people. Volunteers sat near him in silence for hours, trying to show him he was safe now. They didn’t touch him. They just sat, read aloud, or played soft music. Slowly, Lucky began to relax.
By the third week, something changed. He accepted food from a volunteer’s hand. It was a small moment, but it was everything. It meant that somewhere deep down, Lucky still wanted to live. And maybe, just maybe, he could learn to trust again.
Credit: It took 5 months to heal his wounded face… – YouTube
