But it’s not just a celebration—it’s a miracle.
Peri was found not in a home, not in a field, but standing still and silent in the wreckage of a roadside landfill. As if she had given up moving, waiting for the pain to end.
She didn’t bark. She didn’t flinch. She just stood there—thin as bone, ribs jutting through her skin, open wounds marking her body like a story of suffering no creature should endure. Her eyes… infected, tired, and full of something even deeper than sadness: surrender.
Life had forgotten her.
But someone didn’t.
A rescue team saw her. Really saw her. And for the first time in what was likely her entire life, Peri was touched with kindness.
And today? She turns one more year older. Safe. Loved. Alive.
Happy Birthday, Peri. You are a lesson in endurance—and a reminder that even in the darkest places, a second chance can still find you.
