Is your house big? I only have that box to shelter me from the rain and sun.
My name is Max, and I used to have a home. It wasn’t anything special, but it was warm and safe, or so I thought. I remember the days when I would curl up in my bed at night, the soft blanket covering me as I drifted off to sleep, feeling loved and cared for. But one day, everything changed.
It all happened so quickly. One moment I was wagging my tail, excited to see my family, and the next, they were gone. I don’t know why they left. I didn’t ask for much. Just some food, a little attention, and maybe a few pets. But they left, and I was alone.
At first, I wandered the streets, searching for them, but I couldn’t find them anywhere. I went to the places I knew, hoping they would come back for me. But they never did. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I wasn’t going to be able to find them. I had to figure out how to survive on my own.
I found a spot behind a small store and made a little home for myself. It wasn’t much, just a cardboard box that kept me out of the rain. Sometimes, when it was hot, the sun would beat down on me, but I didn’t mind too much. I would stay in the box, trying to stay cool, wishing for a little bit of shade.
But I didn’t have much, and I learned to make do. I scrounged for food, trying to find something to eat, and I would sleep in the box at night, hoping that someone would come along and take me in. Some days, people would walk by and ignore me. Others would smile at me and give me a little pet, but they would always walk away. I’d wag my tail, hoping they might stop and take me with them, but they never did.
Sometimes I would see other dogs with families, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing in my heart. They had homes, places to sleep, people who loved them. I wanted that too, but I only had my box. It wasn’t much, but it was all I had.
On the rainy days, I would huddle in my box, trying to stay dry. The rain would come down in sheets, but my box would keep most of it out. I would curl up as tightly as I could, hoping for warmth, and thinking of better days when I had a home, when I had a family to care for me. But now, all I had was my box.
I don’t know what happened to my family. Maybe they didn’t want me anymore. Maybe they forgot about me. But I didn’t give up. I kept hoping that someone would see me and take me home, where I could have a real bed again, a real family to love me.
Is your house big? I don’t know what it’s like to have a big house. I only have my little box. But even if I never get a house like yours, I still hope for someone to see me and take me in. All I want is a warm bed, a loving family, and the chance to be someone’s best friend again. Because all I have now is my box, and my heart, still full of hope.
