Hi — I’m Cayenne. I’m a senior Alaskan Malamute, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve been used. Not loved, not cared for — just used. My whole life I was bred over and over, with no breaks, no comfort, no kindness. I was kept on a hoarder’s property, locked in a filthy shed, crammed into a tiny pen with my mate. The floor was covered in inches of waste. The air was thick and hot. We were matted to the skin — fur twisted into hard knots the size of baseballs. And even in those conditions… they kept breeding us. Like we were nothing but machines.

My companion was the first to get out. She was rescued because her eyes were in terrible shape, and our rescue specializes in big dogs with big medical needs. Other groups stepped in for the dozens of other dogs on the property, and finally my friend got to leave. She had urgent surgery, a clean space to recover, people who spoke to her gently — but she was still heartbroken.

That’s because I was still there.

The rescue didn’t know they had separated us. We’d been together for years — breeding, surviving, suffering — side by side. When my friend left, I stayed behind, still trapped in that tiny pen, still being used, still waiting. When they realized their mistake they rushed to get me out and brought me straight to Miami.

The moment I saw her again, everything changed. She lit up. I did too. It was like we never left each other. After all we’d been through, we were finally safe — and finally together again.

But we’re not done yet. I tested heartworm positive, and I’m still fighting for my life. The treatment is long and hard, and I need extra help to make it through.

That’s why I’m looking for a foster — someone patient, gentle, and experienced with big senior dogs who can give me a safe place to rest while I heal. If you can open your home to me, you’ll be helping me through the hardest part of my journey and giving me the chance to finally know what it means to be loved.

With all my heart,
Cayenne 🐾