Run Free, Clover

Clover died. Suddenly, but peacefully in her sleep. Words like these never get easier to say. They carry the weight of a life that mattered — a small soul who suffered more than she ever deserved, and who, in her final days, finally knew love.

It is heartbreaking to think of how her pain began. Struck by a car that never stopped. Left alone in a storm drain, crying in the dark, just hoping someone would hear. Clover’s story could have ended there, unseen and forgotten. But it didn’t.

Because someone did hear. And people cared.

We tried. We held her. We gave her comfort. People across the world knew her name — Clover. They followed her story, they donated, they hoped, they loved from afar. She may not have had the world’s protection, but she had something powerful in her corner: compassion.

Her passing is a reminder of the cruelty that exists around us — a world where innocence too often suffers in silence. But Clover’s life also revealed something else: the light that lives in people who refuse to look away. Our DAS community showed her love, dignity, and kindness in a world that hadn’t.

Clover mattered. She had a name. She was seen. She was loved.

Run free now, sweet Clover. No more pain. No more fear. Just soft earth beneath your paws and the wind at your back.

We will remember you. Always.