Guzi was a dog of unwavering loyalty. His fur was a soft, tawny brown, and his eyes held a gentle, trusting gaze. Every day, rain or shine, he would wait at the corner of the busy street, his gaze fixed on the horizon. He was waiting for his owner, a kind-hearted woman who had taken him in as a stray.
Each morning, Guzi would follow his owner to the bus stop. As she boarded the bus, he would watch her until she was out of sight, his tail wagging hopefully. Then he would turn and make his way back home, his heart filled with anticipation for her return.
One day, Guzi’s owner did not return. The bus arrived, but she was not on it. Guzi waited patiently, his eyes scanning the crowd for her familiar face. As the hours turned into days, and the days into weeks, his hope began to dwindle. But still, he continued to wait, his loyalty as steadfast as ever.
The neighbors took pity on the forlorn dog. They would bring him food and water, and sometimes they would even offer him a warm place to sleep. But Guzi was uninterested in their kindness. All he wanted was his owner.
As the months passed, Guzi’s once-bright eyes grew dull and weary. His body became frail, and his spirit seemed to be fading. Yet, he never abandoned his post at the bus stop. Every day, he would take his place on the familiar corner, his gaze fixed on the horizon, waiting for the woman who had filled his life with love and joy.
One morning, as the sun was rising, Guzi collapsed at the base of the lamppost. His heart had finally given out. As the neighbors gathered around his lifeless body, they couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. Guzi had been a loyal and faithful friend, a testament to the enduring power of love. And though he would never see his owner again, his spirit would live on in the hearts of those who had known him.
