We sit here together, side by side, as we always do. We can’t see the world around us, but we can feel it—the warmth of the sun on our fur, the cool breeze that carries the scent of blooming flowers, and the heavy weight of silence when no one stops to notice us. We are blind, yes, and perhaps not as beautiful as others might hope, but inside, our hearts beat with the same longing for love and acceptance.
“Please don’t hate us just because we are ugly,” we whisper, though we know no one hears.
Our days are simple. We navigate by touch, by scent, and by the faint vibrations of the ground. We take comfort in each other, our only constant in a world that often seems indifferent to creatures like us. People pass by, sometimes with kind words, but more often with pity or discomfort in their voices. “Poor things,” they say, and then they move on.
Do they see our wagging tails when we hear footsteps approach? Do they notice how we perk up at the sound of laughter, hoping—just hoping—that someone will stop, reach out, and let us feel the warmth of a caring hand?
We weren’t always like this. Once, we were playful puppies, chasing each other through grassy fields. Our eyes sparkled with life, and our fur was soft and shiny. But life has a way of changing us. Accidents, illness, neglect—they stole our sight and left us with scars. We don’t blame the world for what happened; we simply wish it would look beyond what it sees on the outside.
We know we are not perfect. Our fur is patchy, our eyes cloudy and lifeless. But we still dream. We dream of a warm home where someone whispers, “You are safe now.” We dream of gentle hands stroking our heads, of kind voices telling us we are loved.
Sometimes, late at night, we hear other dogs bark from far away. We imagine them in cozy homes, surrounded by people who cherish them. We wonder if we will ever have that too. But even if we don’t, we still have each other. In our blindness, we’ve learned to lean on one another, to trust each other’s instincts, and to share the small joys we find—a patch of sunlight, the scent of a flower, the soft touch of grass beneath our paws.
So here we are, waiting. Waiting for someone who will see past our “ugliness” and recognize the beauty that still resides within us. We may not have perfect faces or bright, seeing eyes, but we have love to give—so much love.
Please, don’t hate us just because we are ugly. Instead, see us for who we are: two souls yearning for kindness, for a chance to be loved, and for the simple joy of belonging.
And if you find it in your heart to stop, to reach out, to say, “You are beautiful just as you are,” you will change our world forever.
Because love doesn’t see with the eyes—it sees with the heart. And in our hearts, we are as beautiful as any other creature in this world.
