Henri was a stray dog, a solitary figure in the bustling city. He’d wandered the streets for as long as he could remember, finding shelter under bridges or in abandoned buildings. Today was his birthday, a day he usually spent dreaming of a warm home and a loving family. But this year, it felt particularly lonely.
Henri spent the day wandering aimlessly, his tail drooping low. He’d hoped for a kind stranger to offer him a pat on the head or a scrap of food, but the city seemed indifferent to his plight. He watched as people hurried by, their eyes fixed on their phones, oblivious to his presence.
As the sun began to set, Henri found himself in a small park. He curled up in a sheltered corner, his body trembling slightly in the cold. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine a life different from his own. A life filled with love, laughter, and birthday celebrations. But the image faded quickly, replaced by the harsh reality of his existence.
Just as Henri was about to give up hope, he heard a faint sound. He pricked up his ears and listened intently. The sound grew louder, and soon, he saw a small girl approaching. She was carrying a bag of treats and a toy.
“Hello there,” the girl said, kneeling down to pet Henri. “Are you hungry?”
Henri’s heart swelled with gratitude. He hadn’t been touched by a human in so long. The girl gave him a treat and played with him for a while. As they sat together in the park, Henri realized that even though he was a stray, he wasn’t completely alone. There were still kind people in the world who cared about animals like him.
