Angel was a gentle soul, a stray dog with a heart as big as the world. But his appearance was far from ordinary. He had a patchy coat, a crooked tail, and was blind in one eye. These physical imperfections made him the odd one out, a target for teasing and ridicule.
Today was Angel’s birthday, a day that most dogs would celebrate with joy and excitement. But for Angel, it was a day of sorrow and loneliness. He wandered the streets, his tail tucked between his legs, his eyes filled with sadness. He longed for companionship, for a warm bed to sleep in, for someone to love him.
As the sun began to set, Angel found a quiet corner under a bridge. He curled up, his body shivering in the cold. He closed his eyes, his mind filled with memories of happier times. He remembered the playful puppy he had once been, running through fields and chasing butterflies. He remembered the love and affection he had once received from his human family.
A tear rolled down Angel’s cheek. He was so lonely, so unwanted. He felt like a forgotten piece of the puzzle, a stray dog without a place in the world. As he drifted off to sleep, he wished for just one thing: to be loved.
