My name is not important, but my story, I believe, will touch your heart. I am a mother. I have a little one who depends on me for everything, and I would do anything to protect them. But we are not like other dogs. People look at us and call us ugly, but do they truly know what it feels like to be us?
You see, my little one and I suffer from mange. Our skin is sore, our fur is patchy, and we itch constantly. We have both been through so much, and yet, all we have is each other. I do not remember a time when I was not struggling. From the moment I became a mother, my only concern was keeping my baby safe and healthy, even though we have been dealt a cruel hand in life.
When people see us, they turn their heads. They whisper to each other, and sometimes, they even look at us with disgust. “Look at them,” they say. “They are so ugly.” My heart aches when I hear that. I want to tell them, “Do you know the love we share? Do you know the bond we have? Do you know that despite the sickness, despite the pain, I would still do anything for my little one?”
I know I’m not perfect, and I know we don’t look like the other dogs. Our skin is scarred, our fur is sparse, and sometimes we walk with a limp because the pain is so much. But we are strong, and we have love in our hearts. My little one looks at me with trusting eyes, and that’s all I need to keep going.
I may not have the glossy coat or the perfect appearance that other dogs have, but that doesn’t mean we are less worthy of love. That doesn’t mean we don’t deserve to be seen, to be understood. We are more than just our appearance. We are survivors. We are fighters. And my love for my baby knows no bounds.
So, when people call us ugly, I hold my little one close and remind them: “We are beautiful in our own way. We are beautiful because we love each other. We are beautiful because we have survived together.” What matters most is not the way we look on the outside but the love that we carry within.
I dream of a day when we are not judged by our appearance. A day when someone will see beyond our sickness, beyond the scars, and offer us a warm home. A day when my little one will no longer suffer, and we can be happy without the constant pain. Until then, I will continue to fight for us. I will continue to love my baby with all my heart, and I will never let anyone tell me that we are ugly.
Everyone may say that we are ugly, but I know the truth. We are beautiful in ways that go beyond skin deep. We are beautiful because we have survived the worst and still have love to give. And no matter how others may see us, that love is something no one can take away.
So, is it true that we are ugly? No. We are beautiful, strong, and full of love. And that is all that matters.
