When Everything Sucks

When I’m really down—like genuinely bad, nothing-helps down—I watch videos of broken animals getting fixed. There’s something about it that works. An animal that was suffering, abandoned, hurt, and then someone shows up and gives a shit. They do the work. They stay with it.

It reminds me that not everyone is a complete asshole. That somewhere, there are still people doing the hard, unglamorous work of actually saving something instead of looking away.

Hope For Paws found Miley on a landfill. She was destroyed—scared, starving, the kind of bad where you wonder how she’s even still alive. The video shows them finding her, coaxing her out, the whole slow process of getting her somewhere safe. Then she starts becoming a dog again. Eating. Playing. Her tail moves. She knows she’s home.

It doesn’t fix anything, watching these videos. But it reminds me that fixing is possible. That someone, somewhere, is still choosing to care about a broken thing instead of walking past it.

I don’t know what I’d do without them, honestly.