I don’t remember when the pain started. Maybe it had always been there, growing inside me like a quiet storm, waiting for the moment to take over my body. Every breath I take feels heavy, like I’m carrying something too big for me to hold. My legs are weak, and my body trembles with exhaustion. I try to walk, but my paws barely lift off the cold, hard ground. I am very sick.
The world around me keeps moving—people walk past, cars rush by, and the wind blows gently through the trees. But I remain here, curled up in a forgotten corner of the street, too weak to move. The cold seeps into my bones, and hunger gnaws at my empty stomach. My fur, once thick and soft, is now dirty and thin, barely offering me warmth. My eyes, once bright and full of life, are now dull and filled with sorrow.
I have been sick for so long, yet no one has stopped to help me. No kind hands have reached out to comfort me, no warm voice has whispered words of hope. My body shivers, not just from the cold, but from the loneliness that has settled deep within my heart. I wonder if anyone even sees me. Do they notice the way I struggle to breathe? Do they hear the quiet whimpers I let out when the pain becomes too much?
I try to be strong. I try to hold on, but each passing day makes it harder. My legs give out beneath me, and I collapse onto the pavement. My chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, and my vision blurs. A part of me wants to close my eyes and let the darkness take me. Maybe then, the pain will finally stop. Maybe then, I will no longer be just a forgotten soul in a world too busy to care.
But deep inside, a small hope still flickers. I do not want to leave this world alone. I want to feel warmth again. I want to be held, even just once, before it’s too late. I want someone to see me, to bless me with kindness, to remind me that my life matters.
I lift my head weakly, searching for a miracle. Even as my body betrays me, my heart still longs for love. Maybe today, someone will finally stop. Maybe today, I won’t have to suffer in silence. Maybe today… someone will bless me.
