Giff was a small, brown puppy with big, sad eyes. He had been abandoned on the streets as a tiny dog, left to fend for himself in a harsh world. Today was his birthday, and all he wanted was a warm and loving home.
He wandered the streets, his belly rumbling with hunger. He shivered in the cold, his small body trembling. He missed the feeling of a soft bed, the warmth of a lap, and the love of a family. He longed for someone to call his own.
As the day wore on, Giff’s hope began to dwindle. He felt so alone and unwanted. He thought about giving up, but he knew he couldn’t do that. He had to keep going, no matter how hard it was.
Just as Giff was about to fall asleep in a cardboard box behind a dumpster, he heard a gentle voice. “Hello, little one,” the voice said. “Are you okay?”
Giff looked up and saw a kind-looking woman standing above him. She had a warm smile and gentle eyes. Giff wagged his tail tentatively, hoping she would help him.
The woman knelt down and gently petted Giff’s head. “You’re such a sweet boy,” she said. “Would you like to come home with me?”
Giff’s heart leaped with joy. He had finally found a home. The woman picked him up and carried him away from the dumpster. As they walked, Giff looked up at her with gratitude. He knew his life was about to change.
