I’ll be honest before petyhug, I never really thought about where my donations went.
I’d give here and there, but it always felt… distant.
Then I saw a photo of a skinny dog named Milo, lying on a blanket with the saddest eyes I’d ever seen.
Something about him stopped me cold.
The post said he’d been rescued from the street badly injured and barely hanging on.
They needed help with surgery costs.
I clicked donate.
Not much, just enough for a meal or two… and went on with my day.
A week later, I got an update.
Milo had pulled through surgery.
He was standing. Wagging his tail. Looking brighter.
That small donation? It became part of his story.
That’s when petyhug became more than just a website for me.
Here’s what I’ve learned since:
- Dogs like Milo are everywhere forgotten, hurting… but still hopeful.
- Even a small gift can make a real difference.
- petyhug keeps it real. You see the dogs, their stories, and the impact your help makes.
I check in every week now.
I’ve followed other dogs too some that needed wheelchairs, some that just needed warmth and food.
And every time I donate, I don’t feel like a number.
I feel like part of a rescue team.
If you’ve ever felt helpless about the state of the world, this is one real way to make a difference.
Something small. Something powerful.
So yeah… I donate.
Not because I have to but because I can.
And because somewhere out there… there’s another Milo waiting.
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