Lucy was a small, scruffy terrier with a heart of gold. She had been a stray dog for as long as she could remember, wandering the streets and scavenging for food. Today was her birthday, a day that usually filled her with a sense of hope, but this year, it felt particularly bleak.
Lucy wandered through the city, her tail drooping sadly. She sniffed at garbage cans, hoping to find a scrap of food, and curled up in abandoned buildings for warmth. She missed the feeling of a soft bed, the sound of a familiar voice, and the comfort of a loving home.
As the day wore on, Lucy’s loneliness grew. She felt so small and insignificant in the vastness of the city. She just wanted a place to call her own, a warm bed to sleep in, and someone to love her.
As the sun began to set, Lucy found herself sitting on a park bench, watching the people go by. She felt a pang of sadness as she realized that no one had wished her a happy birthday. She wondered if it was because she was a stray dog, if people didn’t care about dogs like her. A tear rolled down Lucy’s cheek. She felt so alone and unwanted.
