Kirt was a small, fluffy puppy with big, innocent eyes. He’d been born on this very day, a year ago. But instead of celebrating his birthday with joy and love, Kirt found himself alone, shivering under a bridge.
It was a cruel twist of fate. His first birthday should have been a joyous occasion, filled with presents and playtime. Instead, he was cold, hungry, and afraid. The wind howled around him, carrying the scent of rain.
Kirt whimpered, his tiny heart aching with loneliness. He missed his mother, his littermates, the warmth of their cozy den. He’d been so happy and carefree before he was abandoned. Now, he was scared and confused.
As the day wore on, Kirt’s hope began to dwindle. He was cold, hungry, and afraid. He longed for someone to come and rescue him, to give him a warm home and a loving family. But as the hours passed, it became clear that no one was coming.
Kirt curled up tighter under the bridge, his eyes filled with tears. He was just a small, innocent puppy, and he didn’t deserve to be alone. He closed his eyes, his heart heavy with sadness, and wished for a better life.
