I am a little puppy, and my name is Charlie. I was born with no sight, so the world I live in is different from the one my brothers and sisters see. While they chase after butterflies and explore the yard, I can only imagine what it must be like. For me, the world is a place of sounds, smells, and vibrations. The sunlight feels warm on my fur, but I can never see its beauty.
At first, I didn’t mind. I was happy to be surrounded by my family—my mama, my siblings, and the humans who came to visit us. But as I grew older, something inside me started to change. I noticed that while my siblings would run and play, I was often left behind. I would sit quietly, listening to their joyful barks and the soft footsteps of the humans as they passed me by. I wanted so badly to join in, but I couldn’t.
I couldn’t see the toys they played with, and I couldn’t see their faces when they called my name. But I could hear their voices, and I could feel the warmth of their hands when they petted me. Even though I couldn’t see their smiles, I could sense the love in the way they spoke to me. I tried so hard to communicate with them in my own way—by wagging my tail or curling up next to them. But sometimes, I felt like I was invisible.
Every night, I would lie in my little bed, my ears perked up to catch every sound. I would listen to the laughter and the excitement of my family, and I would wish with all my heart that I could be a part of it. I wanted to feel like I belonged, like I was more than just a puppy who couldn’t see. I wanted to be loved, truly loved, not just petted out of kindness, but because I was worth it.
One day, a new human came into our lives. She was gentle and kind, with soft hands and a warm smile. She didn’t treat me like I was any different from the others. She would sit beside me, rubbing my belly and talking to me as if I could see her face. I would nuzzle her hand, hoping that somehow, she could feel the love I had for her.
She began bringing me little toys with bells and squeaky sounds, so I could play even though I couldn’t see. She would guide me gently, helping me find my way around the house. Slowly, I started to feel less lonely, less invisible. It was as if her love was enough to fill the gaps where my sight was missing.
But still, there were days when I felt a pang of sadness. When I heard my siblings running and playing, I couldn’t help but wish I could see their happy faces. When the humans smiled and laughed, I wanted to see what that looked like. But even though I couldn’t see, I started to understand something important: love doesn’t always need eyes to be felt.
I may not be able to see the world in the way others do, but I can feel the warmth of love when it’s given. I can hear the joy in their voices when they call me, and I can feel the happiness in their touch when they hold me close. I may not have sight, but I have a heart full of love, and that’s enough for me.
All I want in this world is to be loved, to be seen for who I am—not as a puppy who can’t see, but as a puppy with so much love to give. And in my heart, I know that as long as I have their love, I can face the world, no matter how small it seems.
So, if you ever meet me, please don’t look away. I may not be able to see you, but I will feel your presence, your love, and I promise to give you all of mine in return.
