“Don’t Leave Without Giving Me Your Blessing”
A quiet voice from a soul that still believes in love.

Please… don’t walk past me without looking.
Don’t rush away without giving me even the smallest piece of your heart.
I may not be the youngest or the prettiest one here.
I don’t have a shiny coat or bright, eager eyes anymore.
But I am still here.
Still breathing.
Still waiting.
Still wagging my tail with whatever hope I have left in me.

There was a time—
A time when I had a name, a home, someone who called me theirs.
I remember the sound of laughter, the feeling of hands stroking my head,
the quiet moments curled up on the floor, just being close to someone who loved me.
I remember believing that love was forever.

But sometimes, love leaves.
Sometimes, the people we give our whole hearts to don’t stay.
One day, I was left behind.
Maybe they moved, maybe I got old, maybe they just stopped seeing me.
And now here I am—in a cold, unfamiliar place, surrounded by unfamiliar sounds,
still holding on to the memory of what it felt like to belong.

Yes, I’m a little broken.
Yes, I flinch sometimes, or hide in the corner.
But that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped loving.
It doesn’t mean I’ve given up.

You see, the world may have scarred me,
but love—real love—can heal what cruelty has tried to destroy.
All I ask is not for pity, not for charity,
but for a second chance.

A second chance to show you that I can still learn to trust.
That I can still love with all my heart.
That I can still bring joy to someone’s life—maybe yours.

I don’t need luxury.
I don’t need a perfect house or fancy toys.
I need time.
I need patience.
I need someone to see past my tired eyes and into the soul that still shines behind them.
Someone to whisper, “You’re safe now,” and mean it.

So before you walk away—
Before you turn and leave me behind like so many others have—
please… don’t forget me.
Don’t leave without giving me your blessing.
Even if you don’t choose me, let me know I was seen.
Let me know I mattered.

Because I am still here.
Still wagging.
Still waiting.
Still believing that love, one day, will come walking through that door…
and finally stop at me.