Lord was a small, fluffy puppy with big, hopeful eyes. He had been born into a loving family, but one day, without warning, his mother had disappeared, leaving him alone and scared. Today was his birthday, a day that most puppies celebrated with their mothers, but for Lord, it was a day of sorrow and heartbreak.
He wandered the streets, searching for his mother, his tail drooping low. He called out for her, his tiny voice filled with despair. But there was no answer. He felt lost and alone, a tiny puppy in a big, scary world.
Lord spent the day exploring the city, hoping to find his mother. He sniffed at every corner, his nose twitching as he tried to pick up her scent. But there was no trace of her. As the sun began to set, Lord realized that his mother was gone forever.
He curled up in a quiet corner, his body trembling with cold and fear. He closed his eyes, wishing for his mother to return. But as he drifted off to sleep, he knew that his wish was unlikely to come true.
Lord was a survivor, a puppy who had learned to endure hardship. But on his birthday, even he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of sadness. As he slept, he dreamed of his mother, of the warmth of her fur, the comfort of her presence. It was a dream that he knew was unlikely to ever come true, but it was a dream that kept him going, day after day.
