For nearly four long years, he lingered quietly in the corner of the shelter, barely noticed. While other dogs barked, wagged, and sought attention, he simply observed. His head hung low, eyes heavy with a sorrow that seemed impossible to lift.
Those eyes… they told stories. Stories of hunger that clawed at his ribs, of loneliness echoing through empty streets, and of rejection at every turn. Whenever a family walked in, hope flickered briefly—a tiny spark, fragile but alive, like a candle flickering in the wind.
