I can hear the sound of footsteps around me, but I can’t see their faces. Every day is the same for me—dark and silent, with only the soft rustling of the world around me to keep me company. I was once a pup full of curiosity, running around and chasing things that caught my attention. But now, my world is confined to the feeling of the ground beneath my paws and the scent of the air that brushes against me. I may be blind, but my heart still beats with the hope of finding a kind soul who can see beyond my disability.
When I was younger, I never thought something like this could happen to me. I had a family, a place I called home, and people who loved me. But then, everything changed. It’s hard to explain what happened, but suddenly, I found myself all alone, lost in a world I could no longer understand. I couldn’t see the faces of the people who once cared for me, and I couldn’t find my way back to the place I once called home.
As time passed, I wandered through streets, relying on my sense of smell and sound to guide me. The world seemed so big and unkind. People would walk by, often with a glance of pity, but no one stopped to help. Some even called me filthy, as if my blindness made me less deserving of kindness. I would hear whispers, “Poor thing, can’t even see… must be dirty.” They didn’t know the truth, though. I wasn’t filthy because I wanted to be. I was simply trying to survive in a world that was unfamiliar and overwhelming.
Sometimes, I would lie down, hoping someone would notice me, but no one ever did. I would listen to the laughter and chatter of families around me, and I couldn’t help but wonder—is there any love for a blind dog like me? Am I just a shadow in the world, destined to be overlooked because I can’t see?
There were moments, however, when a kind soul would stop and pat my head. I could feel their gentle touch and hear the warmth in their voice. But these moments were fleeting, and before I knew it, they would leave, and I would be left with the loneliness once again.
I don’t need much. I don’t need to see the world or run through fields of flowers. I just need someone to love me, someone who will understand that despite my blindness, I still have a heart full of love to give. I still want to feel the warmth of a kind hand, the comfort of a soft bed, and the joy of companionship. I just want to know that there is someone out there who sees me for who I truly am—not just a blind dog, but a loyal companion with love to offer.
Is there any love for a blind dog like me? I wonder, day after day. The world may be dark for me, but my heart still beats with the hope that someone, somewhere, will answer my silent plea and show me that love is not something that disappears when you can no longer see.
