I am lost in this vast world, surrounded by billions of people. The streets, where I roam aimlessly, are filled with faces I will never know. I am but a small figure in a crowd of 8 billion, and yet, no one notices me. My fur is matted, my paws are tired, and my stomach aches with hunger. Yet, none of these things matter to those who pass me by. To them, I am just another stray, invisible and unworthy of their time.
I was once a puppy, full of energy and joy, playing with my siblings, running under the sun, and basking in the love of a home. But that life didn’t last. It’s all just a memory now, faded and distant. I was abandoned one day, left behind as if I had never mattered. And since then, I have wandered these streets, trying to survive, hoping for a glimpse of kindness, but finding only indifference.
Every day, I watch people pass by me. They hurry along, their lives filled with the busyness of their world. Some of them look at me, their eyes briefly meeting mine, but then they turn away, uninterested in what they see. To them, I am just another dog without a collar, without a name, just a shadow in the crowd. I long to be seen, to be noticed, to feel that someone cares, but it never comes.
I find shelter wherever I can. Sometimes, it’s behind a dumpster or under a tree, and other times, it’s beside a broken bench. I try to stay warm, but the cold wind cuts through me. The nights are the hardest. I curl up, hoping for some peace, but all I feel is the weight of loneliness pressing down on me. There is no one to call my own, no one to feed me, no one to comfort me when I feel scared. I have learned to survive on scraps of food from kind strangers who walk by, offering a little bit of their leftovers. But even they pass by without stopping, as if I am invisible, like I don’t matter.
I often wonder why this is my life. Why am I alone while the world is so full of people, all of them seemingly with their own families, their own homes, their own love? What did I do to deserve this loneliness, this endless wandering? Is it because I am just another stray, just another dog with no collar, no family? Is that why I am ignored? I wish someone would see beyond the dirt on my fur, beyond the sadness in my eyes, and simply love me.
I dream of a home. A warm place where I can sleep soundly, where I am fed and cared for. I long for a gentle hand to pet me, for a voice to call my name, for someone to wrap their arms around me and tell me that I am loved. But that dream feels so far away. I am lost in this world, unnoticed and alone.
Maybe, one day, someone will see me, really see me, and offer me the love I so desperately need. But until then, I will keep wandering, hoping, and waiting for a chance to be noticed, for someone to acknowledge that I exist, that I matter. I may be one small dog in a world full of billions, but I am still here, and I still dream of a life where I am not alone.
