“I know I don’t look like the others. And some days… I really feel it.”

People walk past my kennel and smile at the cute ones. The fluffy tails, the shiny coats, the bright eyes. I hear laughter, I hear excitement.

But when their eyes fall on me, the smiles fade. I hear whispered words like “strange,” “scary,” or worst of all… “ugly.”
And I don’t understand.

I didn’t choose this face. I didn’t ask for the scars or the crooked ears. Life just gave them to me—along with this huge heart that keeps hoping.
Because despite everything, I still believe someone will choose me.

I may not be the most beautiful on the outside, but I have so much love to give.
I’ve waited quietly, patiently, watching others leave for their forever homes.
Every night, I curl up and dream of that one person—who doesn’t care about perfection. Who sees worth in my soul, not just my shape.

Because love shouldn’t be reserved for the “pretty.”
It should be for the loyal, the gentle, the kind—even if we come in an unexpected package.

So if you’re reading this, maybe you’re the one.
The one who looks past the surface.
The one with a heart big enough to see mine.

Don’t let me fade into the background.
I’m not broken. I’m not unlovable.
I’m just waiting to be seen.