But hope was not lost for AC/DC. He was placed with an experienced and patient foster who  dedicated nine long months to helping him heal. It was a slow and painstaking process. AC/DC was  wary of men and struggled to trust anyone. His foster worked tirelessly, offering gentle  encouragement and unwavering love, slowly coaxing him out of his shell. 

The question lingered: would the right family ever come along for AC/DC? A family that could  provide the patience, understanding, and love he so desperately needed? 

Then, one day, that family did come along. They saw beyond his scars and fear, recognizing the  brave heart within. They welcomed him into their home, giving him a new name: Ace. With his new  family, Ace began to flourish. His days of abuse became a distant memory, replaced by the joy of a  loving home. He found happiness in the simple pleasures of life—playing in the yard, basking in the  sun, and even taking on the important job of keeping the chickens off the deck, a task he takes very  seriously.