Bento was a scruffy little mutt with a heart of gold. He’d spent his entire life on the streets, scavenging for scraps and finding shelter wherever he could. Today was his eighth birthday, a day he’d been looking forward to. But instead of celebrating, Bento was curled up in a cardboard box, feeling miserable.
He’d woken up that morning feeling off. His stomach ached, and he had no appetite. As the day wore on, his condition worsened. He was shivering, and his breathing was labored. Bento knew something was wrong, but he had no one to help him.
As the sun began to set, Bento’s body ached with pain. He lay there, his eyes filled with fear and loneliness. He wished he had a home, a warm bed, and someone to care for him. He missed the feeling of being loved and wanted.
A tear rolled down Bento’s cheek. He was scared, and he felt incredibly alone. He knew he was sick, and he didn’t know if he would survive. As the darkness enveloped him, Bento closed his eyes, praying for a miracle.
Let’s pray for Bento’s recovery. May he find the strength to fight his illness and find a loving home.
