In the forgotten corners of a landfill, among heaps of discarded waste and the bitter stench of neglect, a lonely stray dog scavenged for survival. His ribs protruded beneath his matted fur, his body weakened from hunger, and his skin tormented by an army of fleas.
Each step was a struggle, every breath a testament to his will to survive.
And today, in this desolate place, marked his birthday—an occasion that should be filled with joy and companionship, yet was instead met with loneliness and despair.