Abandoned, Shot, And Nearly Blind — Varya’s Quiet Fight For A Gentle Ending
Varya was left on the streets with cataracts clouding her aging eyes, discarded because she was old and inconvenient. Nearly blind and disoriented, she wandered alone until someone shot her in the jaw, leaving her crying in agony. A concerned stranger called for help, and she was rushed to a clinic that very night. The…
Varya was left on the streets with cataracts clouding her aging eyes, discarded because she was old and inconvenient. Nearly blind and disoriented, she wandered alone until someone shot her in the jaw, leaving her crying in agony.
A concerned stranger called for help, and she was rushed to a clinic that very night. The bullet made every breath a struggle, her wheezing sharp and frightening in the silent room.

Thankfully, the projectile was not lodged in a fatal spot, but the damage had already been done. The local veterinarians explained they lacked the equipment to perform the delicate procedure she required.
They drove through the night to Moscow, hoping specialists could offer her relief. During the long journey, Varya trembled constantly, as if terrified she would be abandoned once more.

Examinations revealed the bullet had been embedded too long to remove safely. She would have to breathe through one nostril for the rest of her life, carrying that wound as part of her story.
An ultrasound brought more painful news — a heart condition was developing in her right atrium. Even the doctor admitted she had rarely seen a dog endure so much suffering and still remain so gentle.

Surgery was ruled out, and the decision was made to give Varya something she had never truly known: stability. On the drive home, her body seemed to relax, as though she sensed this was not another temporary stop.
Once home, she explored slowly, guided by soft voices and patient hands instead of sight. When a little girl stroked her face, Varya’s tense muscles loosened and a faint spark of happiness appeared.

Love changed her in ways medicine never could. The fear in her expression softened, replaced by quiet trust and a willingness to lean into the warmth around her.
She was elderly and fragile, but her remaining days would no longer be defined by cruelty. Varya had finally found a place where she would be cherished, protected, and allowed to rest in peace.