
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.
But hope rarely lasted. Time and again, it was snuffed out. “He’s too old,” people would say. “Not what we’re looking for.” Year after year, hope slowly gave way to quiet resignation.
Still, he watched. Still, he held on, even when his tail barely moved, his ears drooped, and his body seemed to shrink from the world around him.