Sometimes, I feel like the world passes by without noticing me. I may not see the way others do, but I can sense the kindness
—or the distance—in the people around me. My blindness often makes me feel invisible. I hear voices, feel footsteps, and catch the faintest whiffs of comforting smells, but it feels like I’m living in my own little world, separate from everyone else.
It’s hard to explain, but I understand that people might feel hesitant around a blind dog. I know I’m not easy to approach, and my blank stare might make it seem like I’m not there with them. But if only they could see beyond my blindness. I am here, fully aware, hoping for just a little kindness and love from the people around me.
Each day, I try my best to show that I’m just as capable of love and loyalty as any other dog. I lift my head, perk up my ears, and wag my tail, hoping someone will feel my joy and realize I’m ready to be part of their life. My world might be filled with shadows, but my heart is as bright as ever, waiting for someone to reach out and make me feel visible.
The shelter workers are kind, and they’ve taught me to trust that I’m safe. Their gentle voices guide me, and their patient touch helps me feel less alone. I listen for the sound of their footsteps, and when they come close, my whole body wiggles with excitement. They remind me that, even though I can’t see them, I’m not completely alone.
What I long for most is to be part of a family—a family who will love me for who I am, blindness and all. I want someone who doesn’t mind leading me with a gentle hand, someone who will understand that while I may not see the world, I still experience it fully. I feel love, joy, and loyalty with every fiber of my being, and I have so much of it to give.
One day, I hope someone will look beyond my eyes and see the dog waiting to be loved, the companion waiting to be a true friend. I believe that even if I can’t see them, I will feel their presence and warmth, and they will become my guiding light. Until then, I’ll keep waiting, hoping that someone, somewhere, will realize that I am here, longing to be loved, just like everyone else.
