I know I may not look like the perfect dog. My leg is injured, and it gives me a bit of a limp. I can’t run and play like the other dogs,
but that doesn’t change who I am on the inside. My heart is still strong, and I have so much love to give. I only hope that my injury doesn’t make people think less of me. I don’t want to be judged by the way I walk; I want to be seen for the gentle soul I am.
Some days are harder than others. When people come to the shelter looking for a dog, I see them pause, their eyes passing over me quickly before moving to the next kennel. They seem to think my leg makes me less deserving, as if I wouldn’t be able to love them with everything I have. But all I want is a chance to prove that I’m more than my injury, that I can be just as loyal and loving as any other dog.
Every time someone walks by, I sit up as best I can, trying to catch their attention. I wag my tail and offer a soft bark, hoping they’ll take a moment to get to know me. In my eyes, I try to show them my kindness and my longing for connection. I want them to see that I don’t let my injury stop me from giving everything I have to the ones I love.
The shelter workers tell me I’m a “good dog” and give me extra pats, and for a moment, I feel like I’m enough. Those little moments of kindness remind me that I’m still worthy, that my leg doesn’t make me any less of a friend. I hold on to those small gestures, believing that one day, someone will come along who understands that my worth isn’t defined by my physical ability.
What I want most is a family who will accept me for who I am. I dream of lying at someone’s feet, feeling their hand rest gently on my head, knowing that I’m finally loved. I may not be able to run or jump like other dogs, but I can give a lifetime of loyalty and devotion. I want to show someone that even with an injury, I am capable of loving deeply and unconditionally.
Until that day comes, I’ll keep hoping. I’ll keep putting my best paw forward, no matter how much it may hurt, and believe that someone out there will see beyond my limp. My leg may be broken, but my heart is whole, and it’s ready to belong to someone who will love and accept me just as I am.
