Lucky here. I'm ready for foster or adoption in Illinois. That means I've done the hard part. I've healed. I've waited. I've held on. Now I'm just looking for a home where I get to stay and love. Before all of this, someone threw me over a six-foot fence in the middle of the night at a shelter in Georgia. I hit the ground on my back. It hurt. Then it got quiet. No one came back for me. By morning, I had curled myself up on a cold concrete step next to a kitten who had been left there too. We didn't know each other, but we stayed close. It felt a little less scary that way. That's how they found me. My body was in rough shape. My skin was raw and burning, and I couldn't stop itching. My nails hurt when I walked. Every step reminded me something wasn't right. They said I had heartworms too (yes, I'm still finishing my treatment course). I didn't understand any of that. I just knew I didn't feel good. But I still wagged my tail. I still leaned into anyone who reached for me gently. I still believed someone might care. Angel Dog Alliance did. They stepped in and made sure I got everything I needed. Real medical care. Good food. A safe place to rest. Time to heal. And slowly, things started to change. My skin calmed down. My body stopped hurting the way it used to. My fur started growing back. I could finally sleep without the constant itch. Now I feel like a dog again. I'm about 2.5 years old. I've got this little overbite and crooked teeth that make people smile right away. It's part of my charm. Everyone says I have the sweetest personality. I'm gentle, I'm loving, and I still trust people, even after everything. I don't need much. A soft place to sleep. Food in my bowl. A person who won't leave. Someone who looks at me and says, “you're home.” If you've been thinking about fostering or adopting, I'm ready. I've already been thrown away once. I'm just hoping this time, someone chooses me for good. Love, Lucky