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Some dogs shout for attention. Taya whispers. She came to us with eyes full of questions —“Is it safe here? Will someone hurt me again? Can I trust you?” But the moment your hand touches her… she becomes soft as a flower. She rolls on her back, pulls her paws close like she’s trying to make herself small, and gives you the most heartbreaking, gentle trust. Taya is a fragile, kind soul who survived more than she ever deserved. And still — she chooses love. She needs someone who will protect her softness, someone who sees the quiet ones, someone who understands that gentleness is its own kind of bravery. If your heart recognizes her… Taya is waiting.

Some dogs shout for attention. Taya whispers. She came to us with eyes full of questions —“Is it safe here? Will someone hurt me again? Can I trust you?” But the moment your hand touches her… she becomes soft as a flower. She rolls on her back, pulls her paws close like she’s trying to make herself small, and gives you the most heartbreaking, gentle trust. Taya is a fragile, kind soul who survived more than she ever deserved. And still — she chooses love. She needs someone who will protect her softness, someone who sees the quiet ones, someone who understands that gentleness is its own kind of bravery. If your heart recognizes her… Taya is waiting.