There was a stray dog named Riko who wandered the busy streets of a large city. Life was tough for Riko. He had no home, no one to care for him, and every day was a struggle to find food and shelter. But despite his hardships, Riko always had hope in his heart, believing that one day he would find someone who would love him.
One fateful day, as Riko was crossing a busy road, a car sped by too quickly. Unable to dodge in time, Riko was struck, and when he awoke, he realized he had lost one of his eyes. The pain was unbearable, but worse than the physical pain was the deep sadness that filled his heart. He was now a dog with only one eye, and life became even more difficult. People avoided him more than ever, calling him “ugly” and “pitiful.” Others pitied him but did nothing to help.
Riko’s body healed slowly, but his heart grew heavier with each passing day. He found it harder to survive, as even the simplest tasks, like scavenging for food or navigating the streets, became more challenging with his impaired vision. Often, he would find himself lying under a tree or beside a building, staring at families walking by with their well-loved pets, wishing that he, too, could belong to someone, that he, too, could have a warm bed to sleep in and a kind hand to pet him.
Still, Riko didn’t give up. Every night, as he gazed up at the stars, he wished for someone to notice him—not out of pity, but because they could see the love and loyalty in his heart. He dreamed of a family who would look beyond his missing eye and love him for the wonderful dog that he was.
Then, one cold winter evening, as Riko lay shivering outside a small café, a young woman noticed him. She crouched down beside him and gently stroked his head. Riko froze, hardly able to believe that someone was touching him with kindness. She looked into his one good eye and whispered softly, “You’re not ugly, Riko. You’re just as beautiful as any dog, and you deserve to be loved.”
For the first time in what felt like forever, Riko felt a warmth he had forgotten existed. The woman took him home that night, bathed him, and gave him a warm place to sleep. She named him Lucky, not because of what he had been through, but because from that day on, he would never have to feel unloved again.
Lucky learned that life could be full of happiness, even with one eye. He had a family now—a loving home where he was cherished every day. And in return, Lucky showered his new owner with the purest love a dog could give. His missing eye no longer felt like a burden. Instead, it became a reminder of his resilience, his strength, and the love he had always deserved.
In the end, Lucky found that it wasn’t about having both eyes or looking perfect—it was about finding someone who saw his heart and loved him just the way he was. And for that, Lucky was the happiest dog in the world.
