Xena

🐾 Hi, I’m Xena! 🐾 My story started rough. I was rescued from the fighting arenas with my brother. He didn’t make it—he passed away earlier—but I still had my best buddy, a tiny 7-pound poodle who helped me feel safe and loved. When that little guy passed away of old age, my whole world crumbled. I stopped eating. My fur started falling out. I didn’t even want to keep going. 💔 My human at the time was so worried about me, she called another human friend four hours away—that’s how I ended up here. She thought maybe being around her big goofy puppy could give me a reason to live again. (Spoiler alert: it worked. But don’t tell her I admitted that.) When I first arrived, I was weak and scared. I curled up in a kennel that used to belong to her giant pup back when he was small—it was the only place I felt safe. My new human hand-fed me, little by little, until I trusted her. And that big guardian pup of hers? She had no patience for my sadness. She nudged me, bugged me, begged me to play, and refused to let me fade away. Slowly, I gave in. It took time—almost a year—but I got stronger. My fur grew back. My tail wagged again. And most importantly, I found my smile. Now I run, play, and stick by my best friend’s side like we were always meant to be together. From broken and hiding to happy and loved, I’m Xena—and I’m never letting go of my pack again. ❤️🐾