Nikko🐾

I don’t remember the world being anything but a blur of warmth and whispers at first-curled up against my mama’s side, her brindle fur my whole universe. I was just a squirmy little thing, less than a week old, eyes glued shut like secrets I wasn’t ready to see. Mama was my hero, a pitbull with a fighter’s build and a mother’s fire, but her body told tales I wish I could erase: Jagged scars from dogfight rings where cruel hands bet on her pain, and the heavy sag of teats from litters bred without end, puppies like me yanked away to feed the same dark cycle. They’d used her up, my brave girl, until she was just a shadow in that damp, forgotten alley, rain pattering like tears on the concrete as she tried to shield me from the cold. That’s when the soft voices came-humans with gentle hands and eyes full of lights. They called out to her, not with shouts or chains, but with treats and promises. I felt the shift, the way she trembled then relaxed, letting them wrap us in a blanket that smelled like safety for the first time. 5 months later, I’m a sleek black fluffball of zoomies and belly flops, and heart-melting, with a pit soul reaedy to love forever. Mama’s healing in quiet peace, but I’m dreaming of your couch, walks, and hugs. Spot me at Furkids, let’s make my tail wag eternal woof you, Nikko