I’ve been wandering the streets for as long as I can remember. The sound of my paws on the cold pavement has become a routine, like the lonely rhythm of my life. I don’t have a home, and sometimes I wonder what it would be like to know the warmth of a bed or to hear the comforting sound of someone calling my name.
Every day, I walk past people who are busy with their lives, some barely noticing me as I sit by the street, hoping for a glance, a smile, or even a kind word. Most days, they just walk on by, unaware of how desperately I long for a place to belong. I’ve learned to fend for myself, finding scraps of food wherever I can, but it’s not the same as sitting down with a family who loves you and gives you affection.
On cold nights, I curl up in alleys or under abandoned cars to sleep, but the world around me feels so vast, so empty. Sometimes, I dream of a home—where there’s a soft bed for me to lie on, where I can feel the warmth of a loving hand gently patting my head, and where I’ll never be left alone again. But each morning, I wake up, and the dream fades as reality sets in.
I’ve seen other dogs with collars, walking by their owners with joy in their eyes, their tails wagging. I can only watch, my heart aching, wishing that one day, I could experience that too. I know I’m not perfect, I don’t have the shiny coat some dogs have, and my paws are a bit worn from the long walks I’ve taken, but I have a lot of love to give.
I may not have a fancy collar or a home to call my own, but I have a heart full of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there’s someone out there who can see past my rough exterior and recognize the loyalty and love I have to offer.
So, I ask with all the hope in my heart: “I don’t have a home, can someone give me a forever home?” If you’re out there, looking for a friend who will love you unconditionally, I promise to be the best companion. I won’t ask for much—just a place to belong, a place to feel safe, and the chance to be part of a family that will love me as much as I will love them.
