The world moved forward, indifferent to the struggles of a lone figure stumbling along the pavement. His fur, once a soft coat of warmth, had grown dull and patchy, clinging to a body that had endured too many cold nights and hungry days.
His ribs pressed against his fragile skin, each step a battle against exhaustion. Today was supposed to be a day of celebration—a birthday, a moment of joy.
But for this lost dog, it was just another day of survival, another day of hoping for kindness in a world that often turned a blind eye.