The Snow Keeps Falling… And I’m Still Here
The snow has been falling for hours.
Maybe days.
I’m not sure anymore.
My dirty golden fur, once soft and warm, is now heavy with ice and mud. Every snowflake that lands on my body feels colder than the last.
I sit quietly beside the road.
In front of me…
An empty bowl.
Still empty.
Still waiting.
And so am I.
I Used to Have a Home… Or At Least I Thought I Did
There was a time when I believed I belonged somewhere.
I remember warm floors.
Gentle hands.
The smell of food.
A voice calling my name.
I wagged my tail every time I heard footsteps.
Because I thought love was forever.
But one day…
The car stopped.
The door opened.
And they never called me back.
At First, I Thought They Were Coming Back
I waited in the same place for hours.
Then nights.
Then longer.
Every passing car made my tail move.
Every familiar sound made my heart race.
“Maybe this time…”
But it never was.
Eventually…
Even hope began to feel cold.
Hunger Hurts… But Being Forgotten Hurts More
My stomach growls so loudly now that sometimes it scares me.
I lick the inside of my empty bowl…
Hoping maybe a single crumb is still there.
Nothing.
I watch people walk past me.
Warm coats.
Hot coffee.
Full bags.
Some glance at me.
Most don’t.
And I wonder…
How can something so hungry become so invisible?
My Body Is Freezing… But My Tail Still Moves
Even now…
When I hear footsteps…
My tail still moves.
Not because I’m happy.
But because a part of me still believes…
Maybe this person will stop.
Maybe this person will see me.
Maybe this person will fill my bowl.
Maybe…
This person won’t leave me behind.
If You Ever See Me… Please Don’t Look Away
I’m not dangerous.
I’m not asking for much.
I don’t need a big house.
I don’t need expensive food.
I don’t need toys.
I just want…
A little warmth.
A little kindness.
A little food.
And maybe…
Someone to tell me I’m worth staying for.
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