I’m Megan. I’m a young girl—maybe 12 to 18 months old—a mix of who-knows-what: Border Collie, Husky, maybe a bit of German Shepherd. What I do know is that I’m one of a kind. I have a soft red brown coat, a white fox-like tip on my tail, and one eye that’s half blue, half brown.
I survived almost six months alone on Al Wakra beach. I hid deep inside the mangrove bushes, scared and exhausted, trying to stay alive through the harsh summer heat. Every noise made me run, every shadow made me hide. But I kept going, hoping for a better day.
That day finally came when rescuers found me and refused to give up. They gave me water, safety, and something I hadn’t felt in a long time—kindness.
Now I’m learning what it means to be loved. I’m still young, sweet, and full of potential. I just need a home where I can feel safe, grow confident, and show my true happy self.
I’m Meghan, and I’m ready to start my real life with a family who sees the brave little survivor inside me.