588. becoming found - part 1 (abandoned)

his stuffing gone
no ears, no tongue… one leg gone
many passed him by 🦊❤️

During my morning hike I spotted a stuffed dog that was abandoned at the side of the trail. He was in terrible shape -  ripped, torn and most of his stuffing was gone. The morning rain made his  muddy fur shimmer. The sight of him tugged at my heart strings. I picked his soggy, broken body up and put him in my back pack. We proceeded on our way. Along the way I thought, “How will I make him whole again?” 🦊❤️