
It’s supposed to be my special day, but I’m feeling down because no one came to celebrate.
In the quiet outskirts of a bustling city, where the streets whispered stories of forgotten souls, lay a dog, thin and frail, upon a ragged blanket. His coat, once golden and full, now clung to his bony frame in matted patches, dull from years of neglect. His eyes, deep pools of sorrow, gazed longingly at the…