Emily Johnson

Luna: A Story of Healing and Finding Safety

When I first met Luna at the shelter, she was curled up in the smallest corner of her cage. Her tiny body trembled, and her big brown eyes seemed to carry years of unspoken pain. I remember kneeling beside her and whispering softly, “It’s okay… you’re safe now.” She didn’t move, but her eyes followed me—hesitant, unsure, yet searching for something she could trust.