Today is my 8th birthday but it’s also the day I was abandoned for 8 years wandering on the streets

Moose had known nothing but the harsh reality of the streets. Abandoned at birth, he had grown up in a world of shadows, a survivor in a concrete jungle. Today, his eighth birthday, was a non-event in the rhythm of his life.

He was a medium-sized  dog with a coat that had faded from its original color, a testament to the years spent exposed to the elements. His eyes, once filled with a puppy’s spark, now held a weary resignation. Hunger was a constant companion, a gnawing emptiness that never seemed to be satiated.

He wandered the streets, his ribs visible beneath his thin skin. People avoided him, their eyes filled with fear or indifference. He had learned to be invisible, to blend into the urban landscape. The only companionship he had was the fleeting presence of other strays, fellow outcasts in a world that had no place for them.

As the day wore on, a sense of profound loneliness settled over him. He missed the warmth of a home, the comfort of a soft bed, the love of a human companion. He remembered the day he had been found, a tiny, shivering pup, his eyes filled with fear and confusion. The memory was a fleeting one, a distant dream that had faded into the harsh reality of his life.

He curled up in a sheltered corner, his body trembling with cold. The rain began to fall, a relentless downpour that soaked him to the bone. He closed his eyes, the memory of his mother’s warmth a distant phantom. He had never known the love of a family, the comfort of a home.

As the day turned to night, Moose lay there, his body shivering, his heart heavy with despair. He was just a dog, a stray in a city that had no room for him. He had survived for eight years, but at what cost? His life was a constant struggle, a never-ending search for food and shelter.

And so, Moose drifted off to sleep, his dreams filled with the phantom of a home, a place where he was loved and wanted. It was a dream that would never come true, a fantasy in a world that offered no such illusions.