The degree of cruelty some humans have towards dogs is simply unfathomable. Riona, a cute puppy, endured the most agony of all when her owner cruelly burned her on fire the previous year.
But Riona is finally moving to her new house, almost precisely a year after that terrible event.
Residents of Nutbush, Tennessee saw the horrifying sight last June when Riona, a pitbull mix, ran down the street while completely engulfed in flames. It was obvious from the gas scent that she had been purposefully set ablaze.
The degree of cruelty some humans have towards dogs is simply unfathomable. Riona, a cute puppy, endured the most agony of all when her owner cruelly burned her on fire the previous year.
But Riona is finally moving to her new house, almost precisely a year after that terrible event.
Residents of Nutbush, Tennessee saw the horrifying sight last June when Riona, a pitbull mix, ran down the street while completely engulfed in flames. It was obvious from the gas scent that she had been purposefully set ablaze.
Riona’s tale was told in a TikTok video that went viral and received millions of views, inspiring compassion for Riona all around the world.
Riona’s journey to recovery was lengthy, requiring multiple skin grafts to address the fourth-degree burns that covered her entire body. Riona was claimed to have been frightened by the experience, yet she was also upbeat during her recuperation.
Mclemore remarked, “She’s just always wagging her tail.”I suppose that’s what makes it even worse. Just being so lovely, and for someone to do something like this to her—not that it would ever be OK. She simply adores everyone.
The Commercial Appeal was informed by Natoli that “she’s actually kind of cute with one ear.”It adds cuteness to her personality.
Supporters brought presents and donations for Riona, and Tails of Hope kept posting updates on her progress.
Quishon Brown, 43, was taken into custody in the meanwhile for allegedly setting Riona on fire. He was accused by the police of misdemeanor assault, two felonies, severe animal cruelty, and setting fire to personal property. Trial in the case is presently pending.
A Facebook post claims that Riona’s story contributed to the passage of a new Tennessee law against animal abuse.
Riona’s condition gradually got better over the course of several months. Riona’s story has lately had an encouraging development: nearly precisely a year after she was set on fire, she is finally moving to her new home!
Riona would be traveling for 10 hours to reach her new permanent home, according to a post made by Tails of Hope.
“We wanted to find her a forever home, and we succeeded in doing so,” Natoli stated to the Commercial Appeal. “Riona has a large yard to play in, children to play with, other dogs to play with, and a family that understands what her injuries were and has experience in the medical field.”
The rescue posted on Facebook, saying, “Riona’s story is not coming to an end, in fact it is really just beginning.” “Our ‘warrior’ girl, we have all shared in this miracle together.”
Tails of Hope added that just after Riona departed for her new home, they took in another rescue dog who had suffered burns, serving as a reminder of how important animal rescue work is never done. They wrote, “There is always someone else in need.” We get to participate in yet another story right now.
What a terrible ordeal for this beautiful, kind dog to go through, but we’re overjoyed that Riona is moving on to her new home after a year!
Please spread the word about this encouraging update!
After three years of trying and failing to get pregnant, we finally bought our first house and decided to adopt a fur baby
The worn, wooden rocking chair creaked rhythmically as I swayed, the rhythmic motion a comforting counterpoint to the storm raging outside. Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest of emotions swirling within me. Three years. Three long, heartbreaking years of trying. Three years of doctor’s appointments, of whispered hopes and crushing disappointments. Three years of yearning for the pitter-patter of tiny feet and the sound of childish laughter filling our home.
Then, there was Teddy. Our goofy, clumsy Labrador Retriever, a whirlwind of fur and affection that had crashed into our lives like a playful puppy tornado. We had brought him home on a whim, a spur-of-the-moment decision after months of soul-searching. The emptiness in our home felt unbearable, and Teddy, with his boundless energy and unwavering love, had filled it with a joy we hadn’t known existed.
He was a whirlwind of activity, his tail a blur as he chased squirrels, his bark echoing through the neighborhood. He loved nothing more than a good belly rub and a game of fetch, his floppy ears flapping in the wind as he sprinted across the yard. And then, there were the cuddles. Teddy loved to snuggle, especially on cold winter evenings, his massive head resting on my lap, his warm breath a comforting presence.
But it was recently that Teddy’s behavior had taken on a new dimension. He’d become increasingly protective of me, his golden eyes following my every move with an almost uncanny intensity. He’d started spending more time by my side, his head resting on my lap for longer periods, his gentle nudges more frequent. And then, there were the kisses.
It started subtly. A gentle lick on my hand, a playful nudge against my arm. But then, it evolved. He’d seek me out, his tail wagging with a newfound purpose, and carefully, delicately, he’d nudge my belly with his nose, then lick it with a soft, wet tongue. It was the most unexpected, and yet, the most heartwarming gesture. It was as if he knew, somehow, that something magical was happening within me.
And then, it happened. The two blue lines appeared on the pregnancy test, stark against the white background. Tears welled up in my eyes, hot and salty. I was pregnant. After three years of longing, hope had finally returned.
I turned to see Teddy watching me, his head cocked to the side, his golden eyes filled with an unusual intensity. He whined softly, then nudged my belly again, his tongue gently licking the skin. It was as if he was congratulating me, celebrating with me. In that moment, I knew. Teddy wasn’t just our dog; he was our protector, our confidante, our furry guardian angel. He knew before I did, and his joy was palpable.
The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of emotions. Morning sickness, fatigue, and the constant worry about the tiny life growing inside me. But Teddy was always there, a constant source of comfort and companionship. He’d lie beside me, his head on my lap, his presence a soothing balm to my anxieties. He’d follow me everywhere, his eyes glued to my every move, as if anticipating my every need. And every evening, without fail, he’d gently nudge my belly with his nose, as if checking on the progress of the little miracle growing within me.
As the months passed, my belly grew, and so did Teddy’s protective instincts. He’d bark at any sudden noise, his eyes scanning the room with a newfound alertness. He’d nudge anyone who came too close, his low growls a gentle warning. He was already preparing for his role as protector, his love for the unborn child radiating from him like a warm glow.
Finally, the day arrived. The day I met my little miracle. As I held my newborn daughter in my arms, tears streamed down my face. She was perfect, tiny and fragile, yet so strong. I glanced at Teddy, who was watching us with wide, curious eyes. He whined softly, then cautiously approached, sniffing the air with his wet nose.
He hesitated for a moment, then gently nudged my daughter’s hand with his nose. She startled, her tiny fingers twitching. Teddy, sensing her surprise, whined again, then licked her hand gently. My daughter, seemingly sensing his affection, reached out a tiny hand and touched his nose.
In that moment, I knew that Teddy was already smitten. He was no longer just our dog; he was a brother, a protector, a friend. He had welcomed our daughter into our lives with open arms, and his love for her was already overflowing.
As I watched my daughter and Teddy interact, a wave of gratitude washed over me. Teddy, our furry companion, had not only filled our home with joy but had also prepared our hearts for the greatest love of all. He had shown us the meaning of unconditional love, and now, he was sharing that love with the newest member of our family.
Teddy, our goofy, clumsy Labrador, had truly brought magic into our lives. And I knew, with a certainty that settled deep within my soul, that our little family was complete.
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