This is Manguito.
Once loved, now abandoned. His family left him behind because of an illness—and the “ugly” appearance it caused.
Parasites invaded his mouth, eating away at his tissue. His small body was covered in wounds, thin and frail from weeks of neglect.
For weeks, Manguito stayed in the only place he had ever known—outside the door of the home he once belonged to. Waiting. Hoping they would open the door again.
But the door never opened.
Hunger gnawed at him. Pain consumed him. Each day he grew weaker. Yet he still waited.
Finally, one neighbor decided this couldn’t go on. They called us. And we rushed to him.
We took him straight to El Prado Veterinary Center, where doctors immediately began to understand the depth of his suffering. Worms had infested the tissue inside his mouth. His skin was inflamed. His body dangerously weak. Every movement caused him pain.
Daily cleanings began. Antibiotics. Nutritional support. Pain relief.
Some told me to put him down, that he was suffering too much, that he couldn’t possibly survive.
But just days later, Manguito proved them wrong. He began to eat again.
It was a fragile step, but it was everything. We had nearly lost hope, but Manguito had other plans.
Love began to heal what cruelty had broken.
Day after day, we worked for his recovery. The journey wasn’t easy. He had to endure the removal of two teeth because of unbearable pain. But soon, his platelets improved. New tissue grew over the wounds in his mouth. His fur began to grow back.
Each small change felt like a victory.
After 33 days in the clinic, Manguito was discharged. The worst was behind him.
At home, his energy returned. He became strong again—a little warrior of God.
But his battle wasn’t finished yet. Days later, he stopped eating again. Pain gripped him every time he tried. The problem? His teeth.
Ten more diseased teeth were extracted—the last chains of years of suffering. And with that, Manguito was free.
From the very beginning, he proved the skeptics wrong. Against every prediction, Manguito chose life.
Today, he is thriving. Healthy. Happy. Joyful.
They say second chances don’t exist. Manguito proved them wrong. He is living proof that miracles happen when love refuses to give up.
Now, he spends his golden days in peace. Running on the beach. Resting in the sunlight. Making up for all the moments that cruelty stole from him.
The scars remain—a permanent reminder of his courage and will to live. Where there was once only suffering, now there is peace.
This is what love can do.
This is the face of a second chance.
Manguito’s story is not only about survival. It is about hope.
And hope is what every abandoned soul deserves.
