Update on Nina the Rescue : One Year Later It’s hard to believe a year has already passed since my husband found Nina, abandoned and collapsing in the heat near a petrol station . She was dehydrated, starving, and utterly alone. After baths that revealed her silky black-and-white coat and that unforgettable heart-shaped patch , we began the slow, messy work of mending her body and, I hoped, her spirit. We gave her food, shelter, vet care and routines 😸 the basic promises we make to every creature we take in. And yet, the wounds that lived inside her were not only physical. Nina carried trauma in the tremble of her paws, the way she cried when left alone, and the sudden, terrified snarls that would leap out from a place we couldn’t see. I used to think love meant feeding, grooming, and keeping her safe. Those things are vital. But they are only the beginning. A quiet lesson from my grandmother...... On our recent road trip 😹 when life itself felt fragile and urgent 😺 my grandmo...