09/04/2026
KUSHA HERE ❤️
And I want to thank you.
I used to run my own little world. As a street dog, one of thousands, I was lucky because I had a place I could always come back to. A kind man fed me, looked out for me, and kept his door open whenever I needed somewhere safe to be.
It made me feel invincible.
I knew every corner, every smell, every dog. I ate first. Guilty. :) I went where I wanted, came back when I wanted, and nobody carried me anywhere.
Then suddenly I was lying on a clinic table and my body belonged to everyone but me. People lifted me because I couldn’t lift myself. They turned me over, held my legs, put needles in me and put a tube in because I couldn’t even p*e on my own. I heard voices above me all day, but I had no idea what they were saying or why all of this kept happening.
I only knew that my legs were gone.
For a street dog who had always taken care of himself, that was a very frightening place to be.
But those hands kept coming back. They fed me, cleaned me, changed my IVs, worked my legs and kept helping my body remember the things it used to know.
And slowly, it did.
Now I’m back where I belong, on my familiar streets and with the same man who kept his door open for me before all of this happened. I’m walking again. I’m eating. I can p*e and p**p on my own. My legs are still getting stronger, but they carry me.
The rescue ladies came to visit and brought treats. That part I understood immediately. :)
Thank you to everyone who helped me get back to being Kusha. ❤️
If you can help my rescue people a little more covering what is still left from my treatment, I’d be very grateful. ❤️