I sit here quietly in my little corner, where the world is fuzzy and dark. I don’t see much — just shadows and shapes blending together, making everything around me a bit of a mystery. But I feel so much. I feel the warmth of the sun when it streams through the window, the soft texture of my bed beneath me, and the faint scent of grass and earth when someone opens the door. I sense each sound in the distance: footsteps, voices, and sometimes even laughter drifting by. But for me, every day is the same. I wait and hope that maybe, today, someone will stop, bend down, and spend a moment with me.
I wasn’t always like this. I remember when I could see, when the world was bright and filled with colors I could chase after. Back then, everything felt easy, and I was just another playful dog. But now, with my vision gone, I’ve noticed that people treat me differently. I don’t blame them; I know I look a bit different, my eyes clouded and unfocused. I wish they knew that I’m still the same dog inside — that I still wag my tail, that I still love to play and feel the joy of a gentle touch.
Sometimes, I hear families passing by, children laughing as they walk with their parents. I lift my head, hoping that one of them might notice me, reach out, and give me that warm feeling I miss so much. The sound of their voices fades as they continue on, leaving me once again in silence. The loneliness settles over me, a gentle but persistent ache. I tell myself not to mind, that maybe they just don’t realize I’m here or that I still have so much love to give.
At night, as I curl up to sleep, I let myself dream of a different life — a life where someone calls my name, and I run toward them, their arms open to embrace me. I dream of hands stroking my fur, a voice telling me I’m special and loved, just as I am. In those dreams, I feel whole again, and the world doesn’t feel quite so dark.
I hold onto hope. Hope that one day, someone will see past my blindness, past the cloudy eyes, and look straight into my heart. I’m ready to give all my love to anyone who will simply take the time to be with me, to see me for who I am beyond the surface. Until then, I’ll wait here patiently, listening to every sound and feeling the warmth of the sun. I’ll keep waiting, because deep down, I know there’s someone out there who will find me, who will understand that even though I can’t see them, I’ll love them with every part of me.
