I wasn’t always like this.

There was a time when my fur was clean, my eyes sparkled with joy, and I knew what it felt like to be wanted. I had a name, a family, a place I called home. I remember soft hands patting my head, warm bowls of food, and a little boy who used to fall asleep beside me. I remember love — or at least, what I thought love was.

But then something changed.

One day, I was taken on a car ride, and when the engine stopped, I was told to “stay.” The door closed. The car drove away. I waited, hours turning into days. Rain came. Then hunger. Then fear. Then pain.

I don’t know exactly how I lost my eye. Maybe it was a fight I didn’t want. Maybe it was just another bad day in a world that had already decided I wasn’t worth much. But I remember the bleeding. I remember the way people looked at me after — like I was disgusting, like I wasn’t even a dog anymore. Just a problem on four legs.

I’ve heard them say it.
“No one will adopt that.”
“He’s damaged.”
“He’s ugly.”

They don’t see how hard I try to still wag my tail. They don’t hear the way my heart races with hope every time someone walks by. They don’t feel how lonely it gets when the world decides you’re unworthy because you’re no longer “perfect.”

But I still hope.

Because I know somewhere out there, someone believes that love isn’t reserved only for the beautiful, the young, the healthy. Someone understands that the most broken hearts often love the deepest. That the ones who’ve suffered still know how to give.

I’m not asking for much.

Just a chance. A second chance.
To be seen — not as the dog with one eye.
But as the soul who survived.
Who kept loving even when there was no reason to.

So if you’re reading this, and you’ve ever felt unseen…
If you’ve ever felt like you weren’t “enough” for this world…
Then maybe you and I aren’t so different.

Maybe we can heal together.

And maybe, just maybe, you’ll be the one to prove them all wrong —
That even the “ugly,” the “hurt,” the “blind”…
Deserve to be loved.