Gus was a stray dog, a solitary figure in the bustling city. His fur, once a vibrant shade of brown, was now tinged with gray, a testament to the harsh realities of life on the streets. Today was his birthday, a day that most dogs celebrated with tail wags and belly rubs, but for Gus, it was a day of loneliness and longing.
He curled up in a cardboard box he had found behind a dumpster, the only shelter he had known for as long as he could remember. His belly rumbled, a reminder of the empty days he often spent scavenging for scraps.
He thought about the other dogs he had seen with their families, their tails wagging with joy as they played in parks or curled up on cozy couches. He yearned for the warmth of a loving home, a soft bed to sleep in, and someone to scratch behind his ears.
As the sun began to set, Gus’s heart ached with a heavy sadness. He closed his eyes and made a wish, a simple one: to be adopted. He imagined a loving family, a warm lap to rest his head on, and someone to call his own. With a heavy sigh, he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a day when his loneliness would finally end.
