Main is a poor puppy. Despite his two crippled hind legs, he managed to get around with a surprising amount of agility. He was a street dog, his home the harsh city streets. Today was his birthday, a day he usually spent alone, scavenging for scraps and seeking shelter from the elements.
As the sun rose, casting long shadows across the city, Main sat by a dumpster, his tail tucked between his legs. He thought about the birthdays he had celebrated with his previous family. There had been presents, treats, and lots of belly rubs. But now, he was all alone.
He watched as people walked by, their faces filled with smiles. Some stopped to pet the dogs they encountered, but no one paid any attention to Main. He felt a pang of sadness. Was he really so invisible?
As the day wore on, Main’s spirits sank. He was hungry, cold, and lonely. He wondered if anyone even remembered his birthday. Perhaps he had been forgotten, just like he had been forgotten by his previous family.
