He was buried alive in his own fur. Years passed, and no one stopped long enough to look past the moving heap of hair and see the animal suffocating inside. By the time help arrived, even seasoned rescuers recoiled. Rotten skin. Ingrown mats. Insects crawling where light never reached. A living prison of hai… Continues…
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