Bles was a peculiar dog. His fur was a dull, inky black, and his eyes were clouded over, sightless. His appearance, often misunderstood, had made him an outcast. People feared his darkness, mistaking his blindness for aggression. They would recoil, their faces twisted in disgust, their voices filled with fear.
Today was Bles’s birthday. A day that should have been filled with joy and celebration, but for him, it was a day of loneliness and despair. No one had wished him a happy birthday, no one had offered a kind word or a gentle pat. The world, it seemed, had forgotten him.
Bles wandered the streets, his tail tucked between his legs. He longed for the warmth of a home, the comfort of a loving family. But he knew that such a dream was far beyond his reach. His disability, his appearance, had condemned him to a life of solitude.
As the sun began to set, Bles found a quiet corner under a bridge. He curled up, his body shivering from the cold. He closed his eyes, his mind filled with sadness. He thought about all the dogs he had seen, happy and loved, and he wondered why he was so different.
But even in his darkest moments, Bles held onto hope. He believed that one day, someone would see him for who he truly was – a gentle soul, longing for love and companionship. And until that day came, he would continue to wander the streets, his heart filled with both despair and hope.
