I was abandoned on the day I was born, today is my birthday, I hope to receive a little love from everyone

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Giff didn’t remember a time before the streets. He’d been found abandoned in a cardboard box, a tiny, shivering pup on a cold winter’s night. The kind woman who rescued him had named him Giff, a name as warm as the hearth she’d brought him to. But after a few months, when the novelty of a rescued puppy wore off, she’d taken him back to the shelter.

Years later, Giff was a large, gentle dog with eyes that held a world of unspoken stories. He’d learned to survive on scraps and kindness, a resilient spirit in a harsh world. Today was his birthday, a fact he was dimly aware of only because the shelter workers had marked it on his tag. It was a day like any other, filled with the familiar rhythms of the shelter – the barking of other dogs, the clanging of food bowls, and the occasional footsteps of visitors.

Giff yearned for something more than survival. He craved the warmth of a loving home, the feel of soft grass beneath his paws, and the comforting presence of a human companion. As the day wore on, a sense of loneliness crept into his heart. He missed the touch of a friendly hand, the sound of a cheerful voice.

He watched the people who came to visit the shelter. Some were full of laughter, their eyes bright with hope as they searched for their new best friend. Others were quiet, their faces etched with sadness as they said goodbye to a beloved pet. Giff longed to be one of those dogs, chosen and loved.

As the day drew to a close, Giff curled up in his kennel, his heart heavy with longing. He closed his eyes, and in the darkness of his mind, he imagined a different life. A life filled with love, where birthdays were celebrated with joy and where he was never alone.

It was just a dream, a fleeting moment of escape from the harsh reality of his existence. But as he drifted off to sleep, a small spark of hope ignited within him. Perhaps tomorrow would be different. Perhaps someone, somewhere, would see the gentle giant behind the weary eyes and offer him a home. Until then, he would endure, his spirit unbroken by the challenges of his life.

For Giff, the greatest birthday gift would be the simple act of kindness, a gentle touch, and a promise of a forever home.

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