The dog in the pet store

"He is so adorable."

"I can't resist his cuteness."

"Mom, can we please take him home?"

I wag my tail eagerly, hoping for a positive response.

But once again, it's rejection.

Every person who walks into the store coos over my irresistible charm, but none of them choose to make me a part of their family.

Since being separated from my mother at just 45 days old, I've been confined to this cage, like a mere showcase for humans. They put a price on me, but it seems no one sees my true value.

I try my best to greet them with happy barks and a wagging tail, but it's as if I'm invisible to them.

Perhaps my small size, fluffy white fur, and undeniable cuteness don't align with their preferences. So, I spend my days alone in this cage, occasionally nipping at myself out of frustration, with no playmate in sight.

I watch as my fellow puppies are chosen one by one, carried away to their new loving homes. It stings deeply, this constant rejection.

Even in my dreams, I whimper, overwhelmed by the crushing weight of loneliness.

But I refuse to give up hope. I believe that one day, somewhere out there, I will find a place where I truly belong and can call it home.

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Author's Note: This chapter is brief, as continuing further would undoubtedly bring tears to my eyes.

Yes, two days later, the dog finally found a loving home.

Until next time.