“Once inside the garage, I sat on a chair and sat him next to me, started to give more affection, and I felt confident in taking off the protective glove, caressing him with my hands. Gradually advancing with him, I managed to sit on the floor and he snuggled up to my legs. I realized there at that moment that he was already ‘mine’ and would not do anything to me.

We realized that he was more afraid of men than women, making us think that whoever mistreated him could be a man. Only after a week did he start to get used to us and realize that people were sources of affection and not aggression.”