She appeared on the pathway in front of my dog Jack and me, on a dark and rainy night while we walked in a local country park. As we approached her, I was struck by how bad she smelled. I stroked her and stood looking around for an owner. There wasn’t one, so I turned on my flashlight and immediately saw that she was in a dreadful state. She was filthy with matted fur and a holly branch stuck to her. Her eyes were begging for help, so I encouraged her to come along. She followed us for the mile back to my car. She was terrified but seemed to understand that I wanted to help her…
