When we saw Luna alive and her tiny pup breathing beside her, the world seemed to stop. The little one had fought back from the edge — fragile, but full of life. We named her Hope. That night, watching Luna curl around her baby, we understood something deeper than relief: miracles don’t always roar; sometimes, they breathe quietly in the arms of love and perseverance.
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