“They All Walk Past Me… Just Because I Look Different”
But my heart is whole—maybe more than most.

Meet me. I’m just a dog—well, not just. I’m the dog with the crooked face. The one people glance at… and quickly look away.
They say I’m not cute enough. Not normal. Not adoptable.

I’ve heard it all. I’ve felt it in the silence.

While other dogs get scooped into loving arms, I stay behind. Waiting. Hoping.
With my tongue sticking out, and eyes still full of trust.

Nobody asks if I know how to love.
Nobody wonders if I wag my tail when someone says my name.
Nobody sees how I sit quietly by the door, dreaming of a family to come home to.

They only see my face—and they turn away.

But if someone, just one person, took a moment to look deeper…
They’d see a soul overflowing with loyalty.
They’d find joy in my silly smile, comfort in my quiet company.

They’d see that love doesn’t come with perfect symmetry.

I don’t know I look different.
I only know I have so much love to give.

And maybe, just maybe, I’m not the one who needs saving.
Maybe you are.
And maybe I’m the one who’ll help you heal.

So here I am. Still waiting.
Not for pity. Not for sympathy.

Just for someone who sees with their heart.
Because when that day comes—I’ll never let go.