My dog Kaloo.
She was born in the streets of New Delhi as a stray. Lost her two siblings to a car, lost her mother two weeks later. Was hit by a motorbike when she was a puppy and broke her back. Then in a few months, she contracted canine distemper and barely survived.
I was working in India for an conservation organisation at the time. Took her in, nursed her back to health and brought her back to the UK with me after having to go through a fuck ton of paperwork, procedures and checks.
She is the joy of my life, now 8.5 years of age. She has lived through more than anyone of us could imagine, being a strong girl and a survivor.
She is an Indian pariah dog, an ancient breed that is found in the Indian subcontinent, mostly as strays.
Now she happily spends her time chasing pigeons in the backyard and eating anything she can get her grubby paws on.