At the crowded animal market, noises of bargaining and cages rattling filled the air. But beneath all the chaos, one heartbreaking cry stood out — the cry of Baby Lucky.
He was so tiny, his fragile body trembling in fear. On his head was a horrible, wide wound, raw and swollen, a wound no newborn should ever endure. His eyes were dull with pain, his fur dirty and matted. Lucky sat hunched in a rusty cage, ignored by the people passing by, too weak even to lift his head for long.
Rescuers spotted him and felt their hearts shatter. Without hesitation, they stepped forward, determined to save this poorest little soul. Carefully, they lifted him out of the cage, wrapping him in a soft cloth. Lucky whimpered, too exhausted to struggle, but when he felt the gentle touch, he gave a faint sigh — as if he finally understood he was safe.
The first step was to clean his wound. It was deep and frightening, but with steady hands and warm care, rescuers gently washed away the dirt and applied medicine. Lucky cried in pain, his tiny hands clutching weakly at their fingers, but he didn’t fight. It was as if he knew they were helping.
After treatment, he was offered a small bottle of milk. At first, he was too weak, but slowly he suckled, drop by drop, until his tiny belly began to fill.
Wrapped in soft blankets, Lucky closed his eyes. The market that once trapped him was gone. Now he was in safe hands, surrounded by love.
His journey to healing had just begun, but one thing was clear — Baby Lucky finally had a chance to live, and his name carried hope for a brighter tomorrow.
