When I forget what it means to be strong, I look to Gaston.
He was grossly infected with scabies and all manner of skin infections when I found him on a road 4 years ago. He had no fur left and couldn’t walk more than 4 or 5 steps before stopping to scratch and scratch and scratch again. He was in such agony and yet asked for nothing, never complained; just went his own way, trying to make it through the moment with a little less pain.
We picked him up and kept him in a friend’s empty house for weeks (because he was so infectious), gave him medicated baths and took him weekly for shots at the vet. He was alone for a lot of that time and full recovery took almost 3 months but he responded with nothing but patience, resilience and love in his eyes.